Made for sex, and she knows it!"Harry was no longer even registering the strange writing that continuedto scroll across the screen.He clicked on the s...reen and another picture of Anya in the windowsillappeared. She was holding a banana and sucking her thumb. Theconnotations were obvious."Oh, she loves cock, that girl!" Harry leered. "Every way she can getit! In her mouth, in her twat, probably up her arse as well."The next picture showed Anya in a joking pose with the bananas on herhead, still. Born the younger daughter of a concubine of a minor merchant in Kobekistan, it was inevitable that she would end up in slavery. She was relatively lucky, because she was never put up for auction, and never actually raped. She had been given by her father to a supplier of building materials as a sweetener to the deal when he wanted to build an extension to his house. At the ripe old age of eighteen she left the harem in which she had been born for the first time, and was conveyed in a closed. Each girl emerged into the arms of the man paying for their services, I felt a pang of longing, I wanted to join in and be taken to wherever they go and let these men have me."Let's go and watch them", she said, she seemed animated and agitated, as she dragged me through the door the men were going through with their young female companions. We took an elevator and passed a lot of rooms. The atmosphere was humid, and my mentor remarked the air stank of men's cum.Our room was smallish with a. I now needed to know what was happening. I raised her legs and started to rub my cock head on her pussy lips. “ In me, in me”, she pleaded. I entered her with a deep thrust, making her cum again. I kissed her, thinking that she had been kissing someone else. I fucked her thinking, I am fucking her, where someone else had fucked her. I asked, “ Did you fuck him?” “No”, she said, but he had his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He came on my pussy, like you asked me to. And he pushed his cum.