Of course they’d talked about it; and what to do next.“Well it was a setup,” I protested, “and just because I didn’t ... do whatever I was s...pposed to, that doesn’t mean I think her tits are too small.”“You like Lucie’s tits though,” Kait had blinked hard enough to make her eyes moist. It was difficult not to react even knowing it was an act.“Well you can like different kinds of tits,” I pointed out.“You like my tits, Richie?” purred Lucie, rubbing against me.“Richie?” I tried to work out what. Eveningcame and the tour bus started its way back to Cairo. Jason and Trina seatednext to Aisha and they talked most of the 8 hours trip. Topics swung aroundhow women lived in Saudi Arabia, harems, how her Master treated her and howmany slave girls he kept. As Aisha told them, her Master had well over 15slave girls, her being one of her most precious. She had a son and a daughterwith him. Jasonwas especially interested on how they were treated, while Trina didn’tparticularly want to hear about. They never said no to me. I ended up calling the man, he told me to come to the same place where we last met. I packed a bag and went towards that old house in the woods. I waited for him and suddenly i was grabbed from behind. They placed something on my mouth after which felt drowsy and slept. I woke up with my hands and legs tied. i was wearing my lingerie. There were about 20 black men standing near me when i woke up. They were caressing my body. I was stripped naked by them. The man came. ’ ‘You’re very perceptive, Moira. How long have you been here—at the university, I mean?’ ‘I’m a senior and I started in the summer, so just shy of four years.’ ‘I left here just about four years ago and the last bartender I remember standing where you are was…old Arnie?’ ‘The owner! He somewhat retired from the ‘front office’ but he stops by occasionally.’ ‘Well, Arnie was—is—one of my favorite people in the world, and don’t tell him I said this but you are a marked improvement over the old.