It's just that when I go into the village to shop or do business, I am treated like a slavegirl. I am looked down on and treated as if my opinions and...my desires are not important. I am always the last one served or waited on if I am served at all. I have to sit at the back of the bus and crowded even then. I wish to be like the other women - respected, listened to and treated as if I am more than just the dirt they scrape off their boots.Sir, I want to be free to come and go as I please, to. Her hand felt so good on him and he imagined bending her over and thrusting into her. He slid his fingers inside her; she felt tight and soft. His hips thrust against her as the whole crowd thrust and swayed around him. The band started their last number and the crowd screamed. Ella moaned and gasped and he rubbed her harder. She moved her hips with his hand and flooded with more wetness. Energy surged through me, alive and electric. Every sense felt heightened. I felt every stroke of Kez’s. David was working the high-res camera while Mark was doing the sample shots with a Polaroid, the camera churning out test pictures loudly as the girls struck their pose."Alright, Rachel, I'd like to see you put your hair over your left shoulder," said David as he clicked off some shots."Like this?" asked Rachel, tossing her head back as she smiled sexily for the camera."Yes, perfect. Now Samaire, take off the fabric and hold it in your hands, letting the edge lay across Rachel's thigh.. "I'm a bit of a closet exhibitionist." he said.I put my hand out and gently wrapped it around his cock, leading him by his "handle" into my room."I think that can be fun too, but lets not take chances right now." I said. "May I undress you? I don't think I've ever had a chance to completely undress another guy, it might be fun." Go for it, but I might want to return the favor."Ding was wearing a tee-shirt which I pulled over his head, and then I played with his nipples a bit. I was already a.