Whole fucking thing might come down on us.”“The map has been ... reasonably accurate so far,” Song added, examining the holographic readout on h...is display. “We should be right beneath the basement level of the palace.”“All of this waiting is boring me to tears,” Petrova grumbled, her prosthetic arms crossed as she leaned against a nearby brick wall. They were all still up to their shins in greywater, deep in the maze of sewers beneath the Rask city. Their flashlight beams cut through the gloom,. My mouth remained open, & to my surprise, a soft white hand closed my mouth by gently pushing my chin. I was shocked at whose hand was it and immediately I looked behind and there was a female in navy blue salwar suite with an orange drink in her hand and laughing at me. Her name was Sandhya, she was cute with white skin, good boobs and excellently maintained figure. She was 36D-30-36 and 33 years old( which I figured later) I was shocked and nervous and asked her “excuse me!”She was till. The girl had been stripped of her bikini top and was now, except for the little triangle of lace barely covering her pubes, was naked in the blazing southwestern sun. She had spent most of her time at the ranch as an indoor slave and so her pale skin made her look particularly defenseless. Her wrists had been lashed together with a leather thong and attached to an iron ring hammered into the plain wooden whipping post. One of the men had also thought to bind her ankles together as well so she. He wondered why she’d ask something like that now but decided he’d find out soon enough. Before he could answer, the door swung open and a small middle-aged woman in cleaning garb asked, ‘Can I help you?’ Sarah cleared her throat and beamed a smile at the woman. ‘Hi there. We’re old friends of Bree-Anne and were passing through town. Is she home, by any chance?’ ‘She’s around back in the garden. Please come in and I’ll tell her you’re here.’ The woman led them into a warmly decorated living.