’ ‘You’re a very difficult boy.’ I paused to see if we had changed the subject. ‘Perhaps. You were going to tell me about your parents.’ �...�I’m, like a character to them, not a person. I have a role to play. I have lines. I’m expected to follow the script.’ ‘Who’s your character?’ he asked. ‘The proper young lady. Knows all the right people, dates all the right people. Marries into the right family. Dazzlingly beautiful. No personal accomplishments required.’ ‘That’s sad. You were playing it. I glanced over at Melanie and it looked like she was doing about the same as I was. Our eyes met and we both grinned. We were too turned on to be self-conscious. We didn't even look away, but just kept on with what we were doing, our breathing getting louder and louder, watching each others' faces. I suddenly became aware of the very strong pussysmell in the room. We were two hot chicks, I thought. Then Mel's eyes shut and her head rolled back. She gasped and gasped, thrusting her hips again. "Maybe he came back downstairs?" said my wife.The three of them were talking and they checked my wife's room and thenthe bathroom. That was when I realized I left my male clothes in her onesister's room. "Crap" I muttered hoping they wouldn't find my clothes."Nope not in the bedroom or in the bathroom," I heard my wife say."Maybe he did come back down," my shoe sister said.With that their voices began to fade and I was still standing there bythe door waiting for silence. I had let out a sigh of. Elle flushed with shame as Zad’s eyes toured her naked body. The cough and squat was especially humiliating. Elle heard the bars of the cell close and lock behind her. She took a look at her surroundings in the rapidly fading daylight. Elle estimated that there were twenty women sharing the cell. The straw was clean and vermin free. One corner of the cell was the designated area to urinate and defecate. Elle was still getting her bearings when she herd the cell door to the males slaves shut and.