She gave a suspicious look but did not answer anything. I told her I would pay her Rs 500 a month if she could clean my clothes, the house and utensil... and cook my daily meal. I told her , do not worry, I will never do anything you do not want me to, plus she was free to stop the work any day she felt she did not want to continue.She agreed. From next day she started coming in daily early in the morning, complete the work and go to daily labor activity Over the next month rains started and. "Mum has told me I have to be on my best behaviour while I am here, not sure I know how to do that," she giggled. "Don't you worry young lady, I am sure we will have a great time together. Besides, best behaviour was never my strong suit. No come in and let's get you settled." "This is ever so good of you sis, I will be a lot happier knowing she is in good hands." Jenny smiled, 'Good hands is exactly what I intend her to be in. Good hands and mouth if I have anything to do with it.' She. They were probably the only Brothel Whores that spent more time in the bouncers quarters then in the brothel itself. Granted most of that time they were being used by the bouncers and the rest they spent passed out exhausted in a corner or cages. Even as dispised as they were by they other slaves this treatment did garner them some sympathy. Though their bitchy nature tended to put a quick end to any kindness they would receive from the others.--Now eventually the bouncers did get bored with. “Well, how about you,” she says after a few seconds. “You haven’t run all summer.”“That’s because I’m used to it,” he says with a grin. “Besides, all the fucking we’ve been doing has kept my endurance up.”“Speaking of fucking,” she says frankly. “If you’re going to fuck me again, you need a shower.”The boy flashes her a frown. “We’re just going to get all sweaty again.”“Don’t give me that bullshit,” she says smartly, grabbing his arm and dragging him toward the stairs. “Come on.”Once upstairs.