“Well, basically I think I understood your question, you seem to wonder what future has in store for you. Now let me put it that way: You will be tr...ained by me personally to become a high class whore, trained I said, not broken. The difference is that you will have all the technique needed to please your customers, but as your personality won’t be broken, it will always be a cruel rape for you each time a customer takes you. After the training you will be sold to Madame Sylvie’s brothel to work. I didn't know what to say as she swapped glances with Rozia. "Never point a hard dick at a girl unless you're going to use it", she laughed, nodding towards my cock, erect and glistening in the half light. She went on "I heard Rozia upstairs, I'd been at our door for a while". She paused. "Don't mind me, get on with it again or am I embarrassing you?" With that she laughed again and went down the stairs to the main door.This had all given me another solid hard-on and Rozia's face said 'fuck me. I was lying on my bed in my room in the orphanage, masturbating while watching a Mia Khalifa. I had bought a one-day subscription of the miakhalifa.com as a birthday gift. The window was open. The curtain was fluttering wildly. It was eerily silent, but I was too emersed in mia’s boobs to notice that.As the night grew on, the temperature began to drop. I rose from my bed to shut the window. As I was about to close the window, I suddenly noticed something in the flower garden adjoining my room.. This lady was rather tall, slim, fit, and attractive. Rather than wearing the usual clothing one might expect of a medical professional she had on regular clothing one might wear anywhere. Her pale green blouse was rather low cut and loose fitting, exposing her lovely cleavage. I could tell that she wore no bra because the outline of her firm nipples could easily be seen through the fabric. Her darker green skirt was rather short, coming to only about 4 inches above her knees. I had no.