In the next couple of hours, a few other customers also came and picked some girls. I walked to other apartment houses. None of the houses have locks ...nd no locks for the doors also. Maybe that’s also for security reasons. I managed to interview a few girls in the waiting room.It’s around 12:30 and 2 guys are brought in by another pimp. Most of the girls by now serviced 2 customers and some good looking girls did 3. The attendee called the girls for line up and there she was. Anushka also came. I have already signalled Vicky to keep the eye out for anybody coming. Vicky runs to other side of house and as I notice her watching, I am signalling to him. Suddenly I am hearing slight sounds of the struggle.I tie towel around my waist and go to place, Vicky is holding her and she is trying to run. Vicky has got his hands on her big tits (Mamme) and is squeezing them like dough (atta). I am going to her and am asking her “Kyon, larkon ko nahate hue dekhne ka shaukh hain kya?” “Hum dono ke. Even in a city such as Schendi, with an extensive Street of Brands district and above average slave population, a young man was unlikely to know the charms of a pleasure kajira, if he weren’t the son of a rich house or born into a slaver family. Although the price of a good hunting sleen was many times the price of the average slave girl, owning a kolar’d slut was still an expensive proposition. Even paying for a coin-girl was beyond the normal means of the average young man just growing hair. Their only exception was the dresses that Janet would be wearing, whichhis mother had decided that they would purchase after school.As the final bell rang, Janet gathered his things, and went out to thepickup area. The rest of the students all were laughing and pointing, ortrying not to draw the gazes of the watching teachers, or were rushing toget tot heir cars and busses. Janet saw his mother waiting at her car,and rushed over, blushing crimson and ready to sob. He couldn't even lookher in.