Let’s go, and get this over with.Arriving at the apartments, I’m a bit surprised. This place looks very nice! Clean, well kept. Hmm. Can’t judge...a book by its cover, I suppose. Let’s see. Ring the doorbell, Dawn. The door opens, and I’m looking at a NICE lady! Odd.And I got a shockingly welcome surprise. Very nice lady named Donna invited me into her house. Place is squeaky clean. Aroma of a pot roast fills the house, emanating from a cast iron Dutch oven. Met a little cutie redhead toddler. " Didn't you want to be a concubine?" Oh, that would be impossible. I was not pretty enough or clever enough and my parents were poor," she replied wistfully, "Occasionally a visiting Master might use me through the remaining entrance, but not often."Avoiding the obvious plea in her eyes Ramzy El-Najjar moved quickly into the bedroom where he slipped into the huge bed and lay on his back in the middle. With due ceremony two eunuchs escorted the two women into the room. Moving as one they came. Karen regularly seemed to be around somewhere, but he never really paid much attention to her. She always wore those dumpy dresses, those thick glasses. She had heavy eyebrows and a cute round face, but the clothes she wore couldn’t hide the 20 extra pounds on her. Patrick would go out and ride his bike in the evenings, most of the time she would be out there on hers. They became friends, sometimes going down to the little nearby cafe and have one of their sodas that they made, with foam piled. ***Half an hour later, the girls’ mother was already naked, lying near the fungus with two tentacles attached to both sides of her head. She was being reprogrammed the same way her daughters were.The woman’s nipples were shamelessly erect. Her mind was clouded with thousands of erotic sensations that cluttered her brain. She couldn’t think about anything. She didn’t have to. Susan was becoming a new slave and she loved it.Leila was helping the process as she rubbed her mother’s clit with sinful.