The way I was exploited in the name of "diksha", in the name of "treatment", and in the name of "jagya" makes me feel so ashamed even today, after so ...many years. I was exploited so very cleverly and emphatically at every level and my desire to get a child was so high that I allowed everything crossing every limit of decency and modesty. It was one week stay in the ashram of Guru-ji at Rampur and within that period I had to allow at least half a dozen males to enjoy my 28-year-old fully matured. I hope my Mom isn't reading this.Anyway, I was next door at my friend's, Janice's, swimming with her in her pool, when she got called into work at the McDonald's a few blocks from our house. She just told me to stay as long as I wanted so I stayed in the water after she left.I was left there with her brother, Jay, he's thirteen and in middle school, seventh grade, I think, and I knew he had a crush on me, Janice kept me well filled-in on his latest observations about how he thought I looked in. He starts pumping away, while she starts unbuttoning her blouse and skirt. Then she just lays back and rubs his shaft as he reaches up and rubs her tits.”“What, no underwear?”“Yeah, sort of. She had on this dark black blouse and skirt, right, but underneath, she’s got on a bright red ‘Merry Widow’, and sheer black garter-length stockings, and bright red high heels.”“So, anyway, they both cum again. He’s grunting, and Mom is squealing. I can hear it through the plate glass window. Then Mom. .. He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship sank.He soon found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas and coconuts.After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore.In disbelief, he asks, “Where did you come from? How did you get here?”She replies, “I rowed over from the other side of the island where I landed when.