Women are taught to read and write, at least in some harems.Of course, these facilities are not all available to all the population, but for all those...who matter, the better families, they are taken for granted. A field slave might not benefit from all of them, but the medical services ensure that a slave no longer has to be put down if an over-enthusiastic owner damages it somewhat while administering discipline.The disadvantages of civilisation as it is understood in the West are nevertheless. I knew I need to eat her. I pushed my nose against her clit and ran it up the fabric to her tummy. As I did, my hands grasped the sides of her knickers and pulled them down, licking her body until I could taste her sex. Her clit swollen and tender, she shuddered as I trailed my tongue over and circled just the once as I knew my target. Her lips sodden with lust, she parted easily as my tongue darted inside of her. Grappling my hair, she pulled me tightly against her pussy. I could barely. "Which friend is that?" I asked."Little Miss Tightbutt." You did?" Yeah. She invited me and was buying so I said why not?" Sarah said, shrugging."What did you guys talk about?" I asked after I finished with the silverware."The usual girl stuff. Clothes, sex, shopping, sex, asshole men and... oh yeah, sex," Sarah said without smiling. She looked like she wanted to say something else, and for a second I thought Sarah was going to let down her guard. Her face softened a little and she glanced. Mom used to take some scotch every weekend. Today also she had 2 or 3 glasses.I already told sam about all the whatsapp chat. We thought now was the timeWe messaged againRavi : hi reenuMom: hi ravi , how are you?Ravi : am fine , how are you?Mom: am too, so where are you now?Ravi: am working in kochi, what about youMom: me , haha am in kottayam, house wifeLike that the chat went on. Sometimes me or sometimes sam was the one messaging. This continued. Our imaginary ravi and mom started to speak.