That image stuck in my head as she got closer with her back towards me. She lifted her hair in a bundle and tied them with the rubber band that she to...k from off her wrist. I remembered seeing her long neck from behind and looking farther down to see how the t-shirt had hung over her body. She had her left foot under her right thigh and her right foot down to the ground. I turned and sat in the same way she was sitting right behind her. I noticed her smooth thigh on the left as I looked over. The lift door closed again and opened in next 10 minutes. She was on ground and Abdul was trying to turn her around. I think he wanted to fuck her ass. She was trying not to point his ass towards him and was turning around as he followed. I knew that both were crazy for her ass only and wouldn’t leave her without fucking her ass. So as the lift gate closed and opened again in few minutes, she was bending down keeping his hand over Abdul waist and Basit was surely fucking in her ass. The lift. I've never been on a date or anything." You'd never had sex until yesterday, either. You got over that pretty quickly," she said in a sultry whisper right into his ear, then kissed his neck."That's different." No, it isn't. Okay, do you have her number?" Uh, yeah. We were grouped together for a lab once." So, start dialing." I..." His stomach knotted up in fear."Okay, you need to relax, and I know just how to do that." She pulled her shirt off, letting her breasts free, and then leaned in to. Alena’s lip curls a bit with the anger she feels inside and can not help but toss curls of copper haughtily at the unbelievers and then stumbles a bit, albeit gracefully as the slaver pushes her forward, hissing in her ear, ‘Dance slut.’ As she steps off the sales block in one fluid motion she can hear him bellow to the crowd, ‘You want proof?!’ His question is answered in a flurry of voices. ‘Are you prepared for the beauty that this girl can possess?!’ he screams, lifting the slaver’s whip.