Even with her just wearing her blue bikini and a pair of flip flops, she looked like she came from money. In the way she carried herself, he could tel... that she was rich. Someone who looked like her had to be rich. Not wanting her to leave, not ever wanting her to leave, and wanting this day to last forever, he wanted to engage her in small talk to learn more about her. Who was she? What was her name? Where does she live? Does she have a boyfriend? Only, afraid to approach her, and with her. “Let’s eat something,”She moved away from me and bed. Taking away her undergarments to the bathroom attached in the room, She came out fresh wearing her bra & panty, She took her fresh tops wearing it smoothly.“What would you like to eat,?” she asked“Come here,”“Shut up, I am hungry, let us eat chicken and veg-rice.” (Veg rice is rice baked with vegetables)“That will be wonderful,”She was fetching her clothes to wear something down, I stopped her,“Please be like this, I love to see your. "She needs to go back to the street corner where her kind belong," sneered another.Pain suddenly brought her back to at least partial consciousness as one of the women yanked her by the hair so their eyes met."You don't really think a master, any master would have you after what you did tonight, do you?" The fear came rushing back and suddenly her vulnerability was exposed, raw edged to the woman. "No master wants a whore for a slave. You're probably stretched so far now you couldn't give him. If they did, she didn’t react, only lying there with her arms at her sides. Honestly, though, his eyes weren’t looking at hers. His eyes jittered in their sockets, moving all over her exposed skin.He went back to her ankles. He’d worked her feet over already. Moving to her shins and then her thighs, he was treated when she moved her legs apart.There it was ... her sexual core ... exposed and unprotected. Her pubic hair was lighter than the burnished copper hair that graced her head. There.