"Now I want you to service me."She pulled herself up onto her elbow and looked at him. She wanted to say no, her whole body hurt, she was still tired,...and her stomach was completely empty, she hadn't eaten in almost a day. But she looked at the lead running from his wrist to her neck. This was her life now.She moved around between his legs and took him into her mouth. She tried her best to remember what he had told her the night before, moving her tongue, sucking like a milkshake, using her. You never faulted them for it, coming from a poor peasant farming background, they already had enough mouths to feed when your youngest sibling arrived. The tower would offer you a better chance than they ever could. The journey had been long and the study hard, made even worse so when you hit puberty and your tutor became jealous of your young body. You had blossomed into womanhood, with an athletic body honed from a physical training regime and a full bosom to rival the bustiest wench. Your. She had changed footwear though, swapping her tan platform boots for anelegant pair of strappy black-patent sandals. She looked gorgeous - andsexy! Her shiny high heels had a wafer-thin sole and a slender menacingfive-inch stiletto heel, and made her shapely calves stand outattractively. "Is the baby still dry?" She inquired from beside thestove, with a pointed glance at my bulging nappy crotch. I knew shewasn't talking to me - just about me."Nope, she's wet already," Brenda informed her mother. Now I was aroused and starting to hurt as my bladder wanted to be drained. Several of the rooms wanted me to join them, but I declined, and asked if they knew where the restroom was. Finally, a woman and a man exited a bathroom. I dashed in, shut the door, and after a moment, took care of business. The bathroom reeked of sex and I had a pretty good clue what those two were doing in here.Once finished, I fixed my dress, washed my hands, and rejoined the party, though I did linger at the doorway.