Soon the one standing behind her put his finger inside her which made her moan a little. That made guy rubbing her pussy say, “Kya Randi bhabhi hai ...u.Maze le rahi hai”. She ignored their nasty talks but these dirty talks were turning her on more as she has never been talked to like that. She was scared that others might see but was horny enough to ignore everything.The guy behind her was finger fucking her and was also rubbing against her ass. Her panty was stuck on her inner thighs so it was. Who are the leaders of the women’s movement? Pretty, blonde-haired and blue-eyed White women. Who are the leaders of many corporations? Pretty White women. Who are the majority of female police officers? Pretty White women. That’s the White man’s partner. That’s who he cherishes and loves. If the Black woman thinks the White man will leave the White woman, his ivory goddess, for her, then she is indeed foolish. White women love White men. And White men worship White women. Only Black women hate. Larisa decided to put the matter aside for now. She was curious."What is training like," Larisa asked, not satisfied with the answers that an all of a sudden cooperative Sir Wilson had given her."Well, first we lift for two hours. They'll start low with you, but the weight increases quickly. Then there is 'agility training', which is gymnastics and stuff like that. That's two hours. Then there's an hour for lunch, then four hours of weapons training. You know, learning how to use a sword, a bow. I knew nobody was there but it just felt safer. I took the stairs slowly, one at a time. I had never done anything like this before and I was so nervous about it. When I reached the top and turned onto the landing there it was, the washing basket! I could not believe it. This was going to be so easy. I dipped my head into the rooms to again double triple check it was just me around. I didn’t want to get caught before I had even had a chance. I reached the hamper and lifted off the lid, setting.