“Get out.”“Yes, Master.”She crawled out careful not to look at the man. She knelt in front of him waiting for the order she was sure would com....“Stand up.”Puzzled, she answered, “Yes, Master.”He held out a bag for her.“Here are your clothes.”“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”“Get dressed.”“Yes, Master.”Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the other slaves, heads down and eyes averted, standing before strangers. The strangers were holding out bags to the other slaves. She couldn’t. After that i started kissing her neck. I kissed and licked her neck for around 10 mins and then moved on her boobs. Her boobs were very good they must be around 36 and were very tight . I came to know that her hubby is a chutiya and he hasnt done anything with her. After pressing her boobs tightly and sucking her nipples i moved to her pussy her pussy was a jungle and for the first time i was liking a pussy with the bush. Then i just started licking it and she was enjoying the hell out of it.. I was coming from Lahore to Islamabad. I could not find a seat in plane so I decided to tale Daewoo bus to Islamabad. When I reached the bus stand there were many a passengers but a few seats available. It was then when I saw my University friend Humeira also there. I had seen her after 2 years and she was still as stunning as ever. She has a very sexy figure and a very innocent face. I found out that she was also traveling alone going to Islamabad. She was working for a cellular phone company.. He clapped me on the shoulder and we went back to work. We got the kitchen cleaned, and the dishes done, which I actually got to help wash this time, in time for the next meal rush. Most of their dishes were wooden, but they did have some fired clay pottery. The wooden stuff was actually better, as the pottery was pretty crude.Right in the middle of the second rush, I realized I was starting to understand bits and pieces of the chatter around me. The cook's name was Borthun, and he was yelling.