I looked up into her kind face and bolted upright as I recognized her. It was my Kate! Her hair was white and pulled up in a bun and she wore wire rim...ed glasses, but it was definitely my Kate. “Kate, my sweet Kate. You came for me,” I said, reaching for her. “Yes my dear, I am here and you are going to be fine,” she smiled her sweet kind smile and caressed my cheek. Warmth spread through me at her touch and I drifted off again. I woke in unfamiliar surroundings, wrapped in blankets on the. Mistress Laris never purchased or trained a child to be a bathhouse whore that was over the age of eight years old. And there was not one child kept in the bathhouse that was over the age of twelve. When they turned thirteen the children were normally sold to be sex slaves in privet homes or sold to other brothels for a very high price. The brothels would always pay more coin for bathhouse girls because they had already been trained by the best and they would take abuse without complaint. The. Lunch wasn’t bad but I could not wait for it to be over. Everyone has that feeling. Most people want time to move faster in school, but I wanted to talk to her again. So instead of talking about pasta for lunch let me describe her height. She was about 5’2”. Blonde hair, like really blonde. A mix of green and blue for her eyes. After lunch I basically sprinted to the Lobby and waited. All of a sudden a couple of arms wrap around me and I feel a warm embrace. It’s her and obviously I greet her.. I had never seen a more beautiful, delicious round ass on anyone, ever. Her long legs and incredibly blue eyes complimented her firm, jutting breasts. She was a vision to behold, and I had a difficult time concentrating on my work, as I thought about our past clandestine activities together. All that youthful beauty and sexual curiosity to boot…it made me hard just thinking about her.Not long after the gang left for a day at the pool, I heard the shower turn on. I thought of Beth, wet and.