Brothel

I’m visiting a Brothel with my sister. I’m with a man older than me. Me starts kissing me. He’s slow and kind. I feel he is very attracted to me. I’m scared and a little cautious but also curious by how I feel. Suddenly he stop and starts laughing and says that’s all my body is allowing giving him permission. In between I see some familiar faces and feel cautious. We are in a sharing circle and all the women are sharing how they had sex. My sister says he had sex with 3 fingers, other women share the man inserted his balls and I share mine was the regular insertion of the penis. I’m surprised with how it’s so different for everyone. We are leaving by evening after my sister has eaten. I’m not hungry. I hear a friend of mine is being brought here and I’m surprised since I always thought of her as a conservative Muslim girl. We are leaving in a bus. I’m thinking how people would perceive me if I return to home in this bus. I feel there shouldn’t be separate buses and no body needs to share parts of them that will be judged by the society and we are all the same.