We were also taught a dozen different languages.Bruises and sprains were an everyday event. Fighting while injured or in a cast was regular part of ou... training.We were well fed, maintained and taught, but we weren't loved. The Organization was not equipped to raise a child.Our teachers would change every few weeks. They wanted us loyal to the company, not a person.By the time we hit puberty, there wasn't a gun we couldn't disassemble, clean, and reassemble, blindfolded, in less than three. That brought me back to reality. "Uhh, sorry I was kinda lost in allthis." I made a sweeping gesture through the hall.Mother chuckled. "Gold? Right, I'm sorry I didn't thought of that. Thegreat ballroom is quite the view isn't it?" That's an understatement," I blurted out."Shall we?" Mother asked.Nodding I started to move again. But while I was still looking at all thegold. I was wondering how much gold had been used to achieve all this,distracted by that thought I didn't really pay attention. He started slapping his dick on my pussy and this was arousing me even more and was getting hungrier for his dick.Me = “pls jaldi ander papa ab aur raha nahi jaa raha hai”Hearing this, he immediately inserted his dick into my pussy and I gave a huge moan. He started fucking me slowly and with each stroke, he was increasing his pace.I began screaming in pain, so he started kissing me passionately while he continued fucking my pussy vigorously so that my mom doesn’t hear me next door.Me = “aaah. It was perfect.I set out from my place of rest with my cloak adorned and my cuffs buttoned ... I was ready to partake of the nightly sin that humanity had to offer.The cobble stone road clicked delightfully under my heels. Men and woman swarmed the streets. Revelry was audible from every tavern ... passion tangible from every brothel.I had a specific establishment in mind for the evening's delights. A noble I had taken a particular shine to had recommended it last night at the opera.The brothel.