There’s a clicking of heels as this week’s guest walks onto the set and we cut to watch her approaching – starting with those heels… Red knee...high PVC boots with four-inch heels, moving up to slim, smooth, coffee-coloured thighs, red panties visible below the hem-line of a red and black tartan micro-mini skirt… Up over narrow hips to a too-thin belly, a rib-cage that sticks out then a red bra that holds small but beautifully formed boobs up and out, a thin neck and then a thin featured face –. But we still had to find the Garden. To gain entrance, a sacrifice had to be made—an offering of nubile, female flesh to be added to the efreet’s demeaning harem.I would be the offering. He could take me, allowing the rest of my party entrance, and then we would overpower him and liberate his women. I could not ask the sacrifice of anyone else. Sophia and I worked it out between bouts of seasickness.She was eager to comfort those women kept as sex slaves for centuries.The Golden Hunger slowed. They acted like they were looking forward to their jobs. Just then six of the older boys came noisily into the bathing chamber. One of them was Robana. She stared. The first thing she noticed was that the penises dangling between the legs of these boys were much bigger. One of them - the one belonging to a boy named Safoto - was already hard and sticking out from a thatch of black hair surrounding the base. It was this penis that all the noise was about. The other boys were pointing at it and. Life is full of the plans you make, and you plan for contingencies, but you know things won't always work out. Given the short amount of time that I had to plan for this particular event, probably one of the seminal events of Rachel's life, I was sure that I would screw it up.But I didn't. Oh, I hadn't lasted long; after the buildup I'd had, I was surprised that I lasted the two or three minutes that I did. But it was enough. I was worried that despite what she had said, despite what I had seen.