. a ... a terrorist. I blow things up, and now the pigs know who I am."My brain was spinning with the effort of taking in Sarah's words, of analysing ...hem into a form that was acceptable to reason."Where have you been? I'm the most wanted woman in Britain, as of yesterday." She wailed.I still didn't have a clue what she was talking about. I touched her cheek ... she still felt like Sarah, she looked like Sarah ... She WAS Sarah. Why should I care what she was, what she had done, she was the. If it makes you more comfortable, when we’re doing these things, just look at me as a woman. Like right now, look at my body.”I looked down, taking her all in. Her breasts were perfect. Bigger than a handful, but not oversized. They hung like teardrops, with her Nipples pointed slightly upwards, and her under-boob cupping underneath. I moved down to her stomach, which was flat, leading to her vagina, only slightly covered in trimmed pubic hair. She slowly spun around, letting me take her all. The girl tomy left has her brown hair held up in a ponytail, but is similarly put in adress, but a bit more flat than wide. They both grumble as they're told tointroduce themselves as Leslie and Trisha, respectively.A few ground rules are set, such as not referring to our boy name at all,and that we were from different classes, so it'd be harder to recognize eachother. Olivia makes sure we all know the next rule of making sure to tellthem about using the restroom, as she doesn't want any gross. True, her movements were sluggish but the spirit was clearly intent on resisting anything and everything. Finally it was decided to let one of the other women talk to her, and Fatima formerly Laura, the American, was selected, partly because she spoke fluent English, and partly because she too looked European.Rubina, who had been renamed Nabiha, was left naked on the floor of the harem, bound hand and foot, and gagged. This pinioned body was the sight that greeted Fatima as she arrived to try.