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Fatima shook her head. “If you found your way out of the building, where would you go? A large staff of men is employed within the compound. Outside, too. If you get past them, you face the mountains, rough and high. Even in summer, the temperatures drop at night. We have no clothing but this.” The girl indicated what she wore, including flimsy sock-type slippers. They would give as much protection against rocks as the light material would against cold. Which was to say, none at all. And, of course, the trip up had shown her how isolated they were. “So, what is life like here? What do we do?” “We are whores. We service whomever we are told. If we are obedient and maintain our beauty, we remain in the elite house, where men pay much money to use our bodies. We do not receive money, of course.” She smiled rather apologetically. “But if we cause trouble or when we age, we are sent below to service the employees. I have heard tales. Women do not live long once they go below.” She shuddered in the telling. “What if we don’t do what they tell us?” “We are punished.” “I can stand a beating or two,” Brigit said boldly. “Perhaps. But when girls first arrive, they are given a mentor. I am yours. If you refuse to obey, they will punish you. And, they will punish me, for not teaching you properly.” “What?” The thought that anyone would punish this delicate beauty turned Brigit’s blood to ice. “What do I need to do to keep that from happening?” “Whenever we leave the room, I will tie your hands and fasten the leash around your neck. As you saw when we came here, pulling on the leash causes it to tighten.” Brigit rubbed her neck and remembered when she didn’t walk fast enough to indian keep up with the guard who led them through the maze desi of hallways. Fatima continued. “Because you are new and I had no time with you, the guards were lenient this morning. But if you lag behind and have to be pulled to your duties, masturbation we will both be punished. If you follow my lead and do as you are told, we will be fed better and treated better in the hall. The waiter took our order, and as he left indian he gave me a nod and a thumbs up when he was out of Lindsey’s line of sight. “No, I just wanted to know what was masturbation going desi on.” I answered. She wanted every drop. There was no malevolence in her eyes, no cruelty, but only a yearning for me. She splayed her delicate fingers about my pelvis, framing my base with her pressing thumbs, and she sucked me like I’d never been sucked before. I hear my phone buzzing, so I take it off the charger and look at the text message. She was a husk, an empty shell. Brett now had to fight to pierce the urine drenched rag. "Would it be okay if I stick my pinky finger down inside your piss-hole, just like you were doin' earlier?" I need to catch them. She sits down on the edge of the bed, lifts up her feet and lays them on my lap, her elbows behind her back supporting her. Molly bucked her pussy against her brother's tongue, and then grabbed his short hair and pressed him against her pussy. I think we should help him do so." He had on simple cloth pants, hardy sandals, and a deer skin shirt. You better be there too.”