"My juices were running down my legs.“Oh, my gosh,” I smiled. “I must obey him, so go ahead.”Juan touched my tits and Victor snapped away. Vic...tor took photographs of Juan squeezing my breasts and nipples before they switched places and Juan was the photographer. Victor did the same and I sent them to my master.“Hope you don’t mind, Miss Kerri,” Juan said softly. “He told us that we had to do that.”“Of course I don’t mind,” I smiled. “I must do whatever he tells me. He owns me; I belong to. A slaver might pay even more for a good-looking young Australian gash with European bloodlines, but he certainly wouldn’t pay anywhere near that much for Australian aborigine baby pussy or, say, a kid from Nicaragua or China. But again, the slavers don’t actually buy most of the little beavers they sell to a broker; they simply kidnap the twats. And, as I said before, often baby Asian cunts are free for the taking. Q: And then the slaver sells the girl to a broker. How much does the. She went in because the dream and the darkness always began this way and she needed to touch His flesh, to feel His kisses, to feel His cold hands upon her glistening body.She walked through the club, past the listless, melancholy clientele, the sentimental singer on stage clad only in burned flesh, past the small dance floor where two livid corpses clung to each other in death, past these to the spiral staircase and its twists of rising metal thorns.There she climbed to the balcony and the. .by Muslim dicks. Ohhh Zaaaaaaaaaahidddddd" I yelled as the first orgasm hit me. I don't know if Mansoor making me acknowledge the taboo nature of this encounter played a role in it, but I had an extremely intense orgasm. I yelled and shuddered as it lasted longer than usual."Hear the Hindu bitch scream with pleasure." Mansoor said triumphantly "Bet she is a brahmin bitch too. Are you? Are you a brahmin slut?" Yesssss" I exhaled. Zahid was still at it. His longevity amazed me. No one I had.