As he sat there, unsure what to do, he smelt something unknown, something new and pleasant to him. He didn't know what it was or where it came from, h... just knew that this was what he needed. He followed the scent for nearly a mile, and saw where it came from. It was a caravan of merchants from the coast, attacked by bandits several hours ago. These merchants often traded with them, selling various goods and buying animal skins from them. The corpses were fresh, and the smell of blood coursing. “This place, what exactly is it? Do you own it?” I questioned.“Oh no, I am simply employed here. This is the House for Troubled Women, we assist women who are not deemed well enough for normal society “Sarah explained, still looking at me with pursed lips.As I listened, I took the opportunity to survey my settings. The place was quite grand, much homier on the inside rather than its rather intimidating visage from the outside. Looking around I saw many different clues in which suggested more. ” I went back upstairs, stripped off my clothes, and climbed into the shower, still very hard. It seemed to be incredibly persistent, more so than I was used to experiencing; I figured it had to be due to the drug, the Cialis that Alli had given me the night before. I was in the midst of shampooing my hair when I felt a cool breeze and heard the shower door close, and then felt Alli’s cold hands on my hips. “Well hi there! I thought you already showered.” “Yeah, I did; I’m not here to shower,. I also started oiling myself in front of her. I would wear very small towels which would barely hide my dick and when I put my leg on the stool to oil them it would be in complete view.The towel too ‘accidently’ fell off me more than a few times especially when I was near Swathi. By now it was like I was practically naked when Swathi was around. I could always see the shameless lust in her eyes. I started thinking what I would do to her when I got my hands on her and I shivered with pleasure..