The whore slumped to ground. Griggs ambled over to her, stumbling twice, gawked down at the girl, then spat on her.“Anyone else got a stupid comment...” he asked, turning his attention to the crowd of employees. No one did.“Hey, you,” he said, pointing in the general direction of a group of workers bundling money on a covered library table. “You,” he repeated as everyone stared at him, begging not to be the one he indicating. “You, in the fucking pinstriped dress.”“Me, sir?” she asked.“Yeah, what. Your job is to keep it tidy, and clean, and to prepare my food. At night you will keep me warm. If you don't please me I'll beat you. If you try to escape I'll have you flogged to death. Understand?" Yes, Master," Nahla replied."Get on with it, then." Master," she asked cautiously, "Where is the eunuch?" Eunuch? Eunuch? I keep no eunuchs. I live alone and you are my only slave. You must do everything," replied the old man.Nahla worked and worked and by the time the evening meal was ready, the. Not wanting to disappoint, I sucked hungrily as he rammed it deeper and deeper down my throat, only managing to get it half way. I struggled to take it, but offered no resistance as he continued to force more and more of it in. I’d never be able to take it all it’s just too damn big I thought. Finally he pulled it right out and I gasped for air, messily dribbling saliva all down his dick. After id lapped it all back up they swapped again, this time instructing me to just suck the tips as I took. Bern would never take him back or go with him if there was a chance they would have to return again with nothing.Back in the caravan, his only company were a few earwigs that had crawled in through the many holes that littered the now tired hiding place. They seemed to want to get away from the rain as much as he did.As the feeling of cold bitter loneliness engulfs his body, vivid pictures of Bern rush to the front of his mind as though a TV had been switched on in the pitch-black vacuum of the.