She took off her jacket, and I saw that she was wearing a white jumper, biege skirt, white hold ups and tan boots. I took a couple of pictures, but sh... didn't want her face in them, I was throbbing in my pants! She took me to the bedroom and lay on the bed. I didn't waste any time in getting that gorgeous clitty into my mouth, it had been so long since I'd had a taste of cock. The smoothness of it was lovely, I licked, kissed and sucked on it and all around, taking her “eggs” into my mouth. She. It is my soul’s fate to be persecuted, I suppose. Or my body’s, since my soul no longer exists. (If it ever did.) Why did Torquemada choose to spare me from death? Was he ‘sparing’ me at all? Or did he think that un-death was the greater punishment for one of my ilk? He certainly was impassioned when he bit me, enflamed. I can still feel his hot breath on my neck, smell the stench of his arousal. (Do I smell like that when I’m aroused?) I’m sure he was as insatiable then, as I am now. Eternal. (Us girls in training are no longer allowed to wear panties. We have been told that as sex slaves we must be available to any male who desires us with the least delay, hence no knickers or thighs. It seems most odd to be undressed like that below my skirt; it is also a most peculiar feeling when the wind blows and goes right up and fans me there at the top of my legs.) I have also had my first lesson in sex-slavery - I was paired up with another girl and, with one of the nuns giving out. I felt my underwear became drenched with the pre-cum. So I had nothing to do except fuck the lady.We reached at Mr. Sayeeds Apartment. He was residing at the top floor of the three storied apartment. I grabbed Kulsum’s hand pulled her to lift upstairs. I reached Mr. Sayeed’s landing but didn’t stop there. I took Kulsum upstairs and reached the garret. I leaned Kulsum’s back with the wall and pushed her keeping aside the wall. Then I soon unhooked my trouser and released, then I dragged my.