’ the shorter girl looked up at her with an encouraging smile on her cute face, slanted brown eyes eager and welcoming. Allison almost gaped at her,...here was the answer to all her problems with her parents!!! Diana definitely wouldn’t mind if she asked for a little time to herself to masturbate… in fact, judging from the other day, maybe Diana would join her… she still wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but she was sure how she felt about living with a roommate her age, especially one who. Moments later I lost sight of the outside world as we turned a corner inthe wretched complex.The slave pens of Banu Hashim differ considerably from the Slaver Houseof Abdul Hamid. Above ground the complex is essentially a largecourtyard completely enclosed by a square building with slim threestorey towers that contains the administration offices, guards quarters,reception rooms and some of the more pleasant slave training areas forvaluable girls. The floor of the courtyard is mostly comprised. She must have been in a constant state of arousal with each wave of pain met by a wave of ecstasy. And again and again.She couldn’t stop. She didn’t stop. She kept giving herself pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain.I continued to look at how this was all set up. She was on a platform bed with black plastic stretched across it tight. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw copious amounts of cum all over the bed and her. Cum was dripping out of her pussy and ass.Whoever had been there, had left. She said that she always wanted to keep small hairs. But never got a chance. Before marriage she once tried to get them cut but it was not taken good for a unmarried girl to cut her hair, so her parents dint allowed. After marriage, Dad always praised my moms long long hairs. So she never even thought of getting them cut. But why not said uncle. You will certainly look good in that style, he said. But what about your bhaiya? Mom said. He said he wont say anything. And if he says, tell him that.