But, he didoffer to let me pay off the debt, the only hitch was that I had to do itas a girl, and like mom said, that was going to lead to some seriou...sconsequences."Since you're already dressed, we might as well get you some moreclothes, you can get more as you get paid, but for now you'll need someitems that I don't think we can get at the mart. Grab your purse, andlets go."Since it wasn't a question, I did what mom told me, taking my emptypurse in my hand and following her out of the house. I knelt down in front of her and could just make out a very nice camel in her tight trousers. I started to undo her trousers and pulled them down to her ankles. Her tights quickly followed. I was presented with a pair of nylon semitransparent yellow bikini style panties over a ginger bush. Her panties came dowm to her knees and my face went into her bush. It was divine, she thrust forward her hips and spread her pussy lips. I took all advantage of this and dived in, my tongue slobbering over. Lady Tismyna snapped her fingers, and the ginger girl followed her with quick, short slave-steps through the curtained screen that separated milady’s bath from her bedchamber. The others tripped obediently out the door of milady’s bedchamber and into the foyer of the zenana, which contained the zenana’s private well. The slave drew aside the curtain and unrolled the hogarthe-wood screen, and Tismyna stepped regally through, veiled head held high. The slave shut both curtain and screen. He was a soccer player Coach Boyette recruited early in the season and patiently trained. Joe Moon was only five-seven, and weighed about a buck-forty, but he could kick a football a mile. Joe was a little quirky and superstitious but he was a hell of a kicker.I knew Joe from church; we actually took our confirmation classes together. Joe was mega-religious; he wore a crucifix large enough to hang in a church. He knelt on the sidelines and prayed before every kick then kissed the crucifix. Joe.