I clicked on the play button and watched as the video played through what I had. Her eyes “smiled” as she watched. When it got to the stopping poi...t she lifted one earpad of the headphone and asked me to play the music video I made of her. It dawned on me that I haven’t actually shown it to her yet. I did tell her I had made one and that it got some really good comments. I found the folder and clicked on the file and played it on my computer screen. She watched her pussy flashing on the screen. "Tell me my sweet, how old are you?" he demanded.Zia hesitated."I...I'm no longer sure...I was eighteen when I was taken...but I'm notsure how long ago that was," she confessed.Tariq nodded."Very well, it doesn't matter...if anyone asks you, tell them you aresixteen, young enough to be deflowered, but still legal." Yes Master, I am sixteen." Undress," he ordered. "But do it slowly...let me enjoy it as youdisrobe."Zia obeyed and slowly and seductively striped down until she was. Still, thought Tom, she might become inspired by all that nature. Who knew?It was a fine spring day, a Friday, when they set out, round about ten o'clock.On the morning of the second day, the Saturday, they rose somewhat cramped and stiff from their first night in the little dome tent, rode a few kilometres to the Narrikup roadhouse and, still somewhat chilled, had a pot of tea and raisin toast in the oiled wooden interior. The jolly Yorkshire woman in charge gave them an extra serving for free. Mishraji quickly distracted himself and focused on the task at hand. He called up his favourite massage parlour and booked him and Savita to couples massage.Friday soon arrivedSavita reminded Ashok that she would not be in as she was spending time with her “sister” and that she had cooked his dinner and kept it In the fridge.Mishraji House;The door bell rings. It is a young man with a massage table. “Hello my name is Darsh” said the young man. He was from the massage company and had come for.