However they did say that this was a way for you to get your high school diploma in the end. You know that now there is no way out of this as a letter...has already been set to your parents and by the time you get home, they have already packed a bag for you with the list of items that they have been told to.You are taken by your parents the net day to where you were being picked up and someone walked up with a chipboard. "Hello Miss, what is your name?" It takes you a few moments to notice that. As it glided into the warm lamplight, the outline materialized into a sensual young woman with raven hair. She was dressed in a deep blue gown that emphasized the color of her irises. Her red lips parted, and she said in a sultry voice, “My lord, forgive me for intruding at this late hour. Your guards think that you could use some…company. I hear these Alterian nights can get cold and lonely.” Brandyn stood, stunned. He had more than his fair share of women, courtesy of being king, yet not many. Then Xena was turned over, face down again, and her hindquarters were hauled up once more. She began to sob with self-pity. Surely this monstrous inhumanity could not go on and on. And on. Then a new terror filled her and a sickness of revulsion rose within her. For now Xena knew she was going to be entered in a different way. She screamed, twisting wildly with what little strength she had left. But the hard knob continued to press relentlessly against her anus. “He’s going to bum-fuck her!”. The village consists of workers who pick tea as their daily work and are paid very low, yet it is them who plant the tea. In the village only the managers of the factory has better pay. Clara’s family has been living in the village for years now but her father being on of the farmer has little to offer for the upkeep of the family. Their live in a small land and the family only depends on the small pay from the factory include Clara’s school fees. Every year the factory throws a big Christmas.