The proprietor looked the other way, allowing the women to leave with a small portion of their tips, which at first many stashed in nooks and crannies...around their encampment and later gave to the owner for safekeeping as they came to trust him. Salma had become an expert at teasing generous tips from the patrons. A weekly cigarette ration was given to the slave women and not being a smoker, she was able to barter her allotment for cash and favors. Her meager savings would now come in handy.. No relationships, no norms, no taboos crossed their minds as they pounded into each other against the mango tree, on the floor of the cowshed till they were both spent. His loins stirred at the memory of that a****l coupling. It had come to him several times since. The girl had ever since the wedding been extremely careful around him. She never appeared in front of him without her ghungat -- the veil covering her face. She never raised her face, never looked him in the eye and never found. “You’re acting like you have never seen a girl shed her clothes before.”“Sorry sis,” I responded just before I took a pull of beer that emptied half of the bottle. “You just look fantastic!”As I said this she wiggled her hips back and forth till her shorts made it down to about mid-thigh before they free fell to the floor, revealing the neon green French cut bottom to her swim suit. My sister looked HOT! She looked over at me with this really coy smile on her face. “I can tell you like what. I stuck a finger up her arse hole, right up to the knuckle just before I let my load go and she dropped her box for a third time, before collapsing, well and truly fucked for the first time in the new millennium.We both crashed out for a bit and I awoke to find it was 2.15 am and the music was still going downstairs.Sarah was still sparked out, so I got up, feeling the urge for a piss, and went in search of the bathroom. When I got out on the landing, in just my boxers, I spotted my second.