One hand stays on a boob and the other slides down to my sweaty mound.Between my sweat and the juice my pussy is starting to make, my finger shoots be...ween my lips and rubs around. My fingertip finds my opening and slides in easily. I start a slow fucking while pinching my nipple. I'm making myself wet and hot, getting close to cumming.Then I hear patio furniture scrape below. I freeze, fearing that someone can see. I notice a shapely woman in a skimpy bikini lying on a lounge gazing at me. I. Perhaps I'm taking the easy way out, but for you there might still be hope. I can't protect you, just like I couldn't protect Meena, but if you wind up being sold to someone wealthy you may be able to at least live the life of a Laila (UT - Mistress) or, you're beautiful enough to wind up as a royal Eloi'Tai (UT- courtesan)." And what of you?" asked Vishi quietly."I've pissed them off. They'll either sell me for what they can get or kill me." Oh my God, Anserk, what will I do without you?". It was full of clothing a “Goth” or biker chick would wear. There were tight cut off shorts for summer, black leather bras, black nylons, leather vests and leather pants. I found a pair of black combat boots and a denim vest with the words “Butch’s Old Lady” embroidered on the back. Again, I went out of town on a business trip but I decided to come back two days early. As I planned I drove past the biker bar and it was packed. Sure enough, her car was parked outside. I drove home, changed and. The Nures, as I had come to think of them, walked in, and Nour was told to sit next to me.“So now, girls, it’s time for the truth and nothing but,” Jaffar said to us.I remained silent while Nour spoke up. “We are not slaves, but we have escaped from the Sultan’s harem.”“Can you prove you are not slaves?” he asked.“Yes,” said Nour reaching into her bodice and pulling out her emancipation document which I had given her before we fled.Jaffar scanned the document. “You are Nour the Egyptian?” he.