I approached the desk."You can't read Arabic can you?" I explained, "That makes you illiterate in the eyes of the law." So?" she said, "Big deal, it d...esn't exactly make me a imbecile!" No but it does get you out of here," I added, "Alive!" What Mr, ah, Bond has neglected to tell you is that he has conspired to have you registered as his slave." Mantouk explained."What?" she demanded."Slave, ah, how do you say it," Mantouk said enjoying the moment, "Concubine, Prostitute, Whore!" Only a. You are on the floor. You are on the tray. The drugs are wearing off. You are on the tray. You are food. The pain and nausea hits you from the stomach first; a sickly, nauseating, embarrassing ache. Suddenly you're back in preschool for a second, unable to find the courage to ask to go to the bathroom. If only someone would just ask if you're okay. Then you would tell them you hated this, that you didn't like this feeling, and that you want to go home. But Chef has been so nice, taking care of. When i got there i texted her as usual "here!" and got the normal reply to ring the buzzer and come on up.I did so and dashed up the stairs to the 4th floor where the door was ajar as per usual.I entered the hallway and locked the door behind me incase Mistress's flat mate turned up in mid play.There was a note on the floor with "slave instructions" written on the front and i picked it up eagerly like an excited teenager.It read:"Strip naked and place all of your belongings into the carrier bag. Megan said lets gang up on me. Megan has these hands that could grip a basketball. Her fingers were long and straight great for pussy fucking as she came up to me she began to suck on my pussy and rubbing my clit with her fingers they must've been eight or 9 inches long it was great as she stuck two fingers all the way up to the last knuckle and pussy juice was just flying. You see she was having more orgasms than ever before Megan loved it she didn't mind the taste of pussy juice. She kept.