Time to get it done... I tossed her belly down on the filthy turned over trash can and quickly bound her wrists to the handle and secured her legs wit... a chain around the base. She was prone and her butt was nicely propped up in the way I had bound her. That's when Jamile, a 40ish gang leader, a powerfully built black man with scares and tats to prove the years he spent in prison, walked over, my contact here. "Is this the bitch?" I just nodded. "sweet ass"I handed him a envelope of cash and. Some of the rescuers were injured and couldn’t continue on the campaign to get the others back, so they took the children to safety. On the way back they taught them how to use weapons. Our parents weren’t old enough to be allowed into the anti-slave army, and that was mostly too far away for them to easily get to. When the rest of the soldiers returned they only had about half of the missing adults, the rest had been killed by the slavers for various reasons. The children without parents. Why there? Who knows, but she remembered it for some time when she walked past the open door; she could imagine the crushed, deep pile of the white carpet and the drops of fluids when they got up. No-one noticed the slight discolouration of those drops except her, and she got slightly damp whenever she looked, until her mother had all the carpets cleaned and the splashes vanished. She was laughing though as he pummelled into her, she urged him on and he said wonderful things about her luscious. That's fine. Go ahead if you wanna turn around."She untied her bikini top, and I saw it fall off into her hand. Katie turned around, and with her back to me, held her arms out. I took the lotion container, I squirted it all over my hands, set the container on the ground, and stood up.I was shaking, my knees were like jelly, and I could barely move forward, but finally took the steps towards her. She held her arms out wide, and I had the lotion all over my hands. I started slowly, rubbing it on.