My efforts were only half-successful. The language barrier was a handicap; Magda had learned some basic German and English but in her state of shock a...d misery she reverted to Polish. My own distress didn’t help. I remembered Jagoda as she’d been in the Recovery Compound – dark-haired, pretty, lively despite her aura of mystique – and juxtaposed this image with the ruined creature who’d hanged herself. The contrast epitomised all that was evil about forced prostitution, about slavery.There was. "You really think I am beautiful, in dirty riding clothes with no fine things like you have?" You really think I'm beautiful, even though I can't ride and I'm weak and pale," asked Anna in return.There was no need for either to answer. Smiles played across their lips, which turned to giggles, which turned to laughter. "Climb up behind me, beautiful one," said Noor, still laughing. "Let us ride and catch the wind." Whatever you say, lovely," said Anna, hopping into the saddle behind Noor. Once she was done I slid back into her and pounded her hard all the while she was having small orgasms. She got louder as she was building up a massive orgasm and finally came saying "Ok fuck, fuck, oh god, oh god." I could feel her vagina walls clamp down on my cock for what seemed like forever as she slammed her pelvis into mine. I pulled out of her and made her get on all fours so I could fuck her doggy style. I slid into her and fucked her as hard and s fast as I could bringing her to more. Of course, they could then try to force deliberate changes...but they seemed like nice people, who wanted to leave a friendlyimpression in case they wanted to come back and visit someday, or incase other traveling groups of their people came here.Nora conversed with Regina and several other people in the course of theafternoon, and word about her idea spread: soon a delegation went to thenomad camp and made the offer of free classes in lucid dreaming. Norafound herself volunteered to teach one.