As he lifted her up a small amount the young girl gave a sigh of relief. “Put your hands behind your back, or I wont help you.” Kelly looked up in...fright.“Trust me. Now, your hands.” Gingerly Kelly placed her hands behind her back. Her total trust in him was proved.Carefully lifting her slightly more, he heard her give a slight groan. He then lowered her gently down again. All the time little Kelly looked into his eyes. After a few more stroked up and down, Kelly's eyes hazed over as she became. I trudged under thearches, a brief glimmering smile at their legend, andtucked my head against the whipping wind. My mind drifted, stopping on this, pausing on that. Itwas all a hazy dream, thinking of my bed, which wascalling out to me from the distance. Thinking of howthe day had been, of work and my classes and my parentsand friends. And yet, thinking of nothing. My mindalready traversed the realms that lay ahead. I wasasleep on my feet, depending on instinct to guide mehome. The harsh. We smoked a joint to lighten the mood and shortly after he asked if I was ready. I said I was and he said I could put my clothes on a chair in the corner which I did. Master left the room and returned wearing a red latex one piece suit. I stood there naked, stiff, but nowhere near hard like Master. His cock stood hard pointing to the ceiling and it was glorious. In his hand was a black mask. I put it on and discovered this hard piece of plastic by the mouth which forced me to wrap my mouth. Later in the morning, Jalal arrived at the head of the queue with two women under abayas."These are a pair of sisters and I want to sell them as a pair, not separately," he informed Jalile."I don't care what you want. If I buy them I do as I please with them," replied the slave dealer, "Let's have a look at the first one."Fayruz's abaya was swiftly removed to reveal a dark haired olive skinned young woman in her late teens. The Western fashion industry would have thought her far too fat for the.