"Don't be afraid. Being washed by a boy is quite often fun." Loni stared even harder. How could being washed in the baths be fun? She'd been washed in...the baths by other girls since she was a baby. It felt good, yes, but she'd never had called it 'fun'.Loni thought about all this as she folded towels, waiting for the young boys to leave and the older boys to come in. She heard them before she saw them. They were loud. The girls who were working this shift were different too. Their eyes were. Whatttt???.......I was going to live there, with these wicked beings?" i thought and started to leave when I ran towards door but my aunt catch me befor i could make it, now i had be here to undergo such cruelity and humiliation at the hands of merciless women, 'you may leave, you will be paid for this slave when mom will be back from europe',said madam sonal to aunt . Aunt quickly got out of the mansion, and out of my sight. I just lied there, weeping all the time. 'Now you are one of our. ” Interrupting me you playfully hit my hand “Bad boy!” “I was going to say and have a few beers on the beach and look up at the stars!” You smile almost shyly silently chastising yourself and look me in the eyes with a small nod, “That would be nice.” We settle up and I help you to your feet. I wrap my arm around your shoulders as we walk with your arm around my waist. Your fingers stroke absentmindedly over my muscles through my thin t-shirt as we walk slowly in a wonderful peaceful silence. I. We all got a good laugh and persuaded Wendy to drop the servant role and sit and have breakfast with us. And what a breakfast! There was baked apple-cinnamon French toast that was unbelievable. Sausages. Bacon. Melon balls sprinkled with goat cheese. More coffee. Hot cinnamon rolls. And Mimosas. We were at the table eating, laughing, joking and staring at each other’s naughty bits for an hour and a half. We might have stayed there even longer if it hadn’t been for my phone.Wendy grabbed.