Finally she was bought by a man from Morocco, who had her work as a strip–dancer and a prostitute. She was doing that for the last two years, and th... customers had started getting bored of her and her snake. But she didn’t have time to learn some other routine. The only money she was making any more for her master, were the coins that every night the customers were throwing, aiming at her naked body. Recently her master had arranged to sell her to a whorehouse for bizarre pleasures, but she. It was all I wanted to do.Somehow I managed the willpower to take a single step backwards. Carefully, not breaking eye contact with Kara’s nude form, I continued backwards down the stairs until she vanished from view.I took a deep shuddering breath.“Fuck, what is WRONG with me.” I said to myself hoarsely.I didn’t know what to do. I was achingly horny once more. Linda was at work miles away. I could go back to my car, restart time. But I couldn’t go back inside the house, I wouldn’t know what to. "We do not think you are evil for being taken." I try to reassure her."They came at sunset. We where sitting down to evening prayer. Most of the men folk were still at the river bringing in the catch." Her voice hitches as she tries to hold back the tears. "There were 4 of us girls. And mama. Oh what they did to mama. I am so ashamed." She pulls her hand away and hides her face. "They laughed and made us watch. She was bleeding bad when they left. Coop said that because she was too old they. A new game developed where we would speculate which of our friends and associates 'might be up for it'!It was the thought of 'getting it wrong' and propositioning the wrong people that held us back. Imagine reading the situation wrong and blowing your cover to all your vanilla friends. Strangely one day fate took a hand and life changed for good.We were out for a lively evening just the two of us and were fairly well refreshed after quite a few drinks here and there. As we walked past a lap.