Suddenly we had to figure out how we were going to make a new life without Debbie. Well, I was the one who had to figure it out. Julie was very youn... when her mother died. Of course, I got a huge settlement from the trucking company’s insurance company. That and Debbie’s life insurance ensured that I didn’t really have to work to earn a living and Julie would be well taken care of financially. I still work. I don’t need to work for the money but I need to work to take up my time. If I. So one fine day I was roaming the main market in the town of Tiznit when I spotted a narrow lane. Out of curiosity I entered the lane and started following the path. A little while later I came across a noisy place which at first glance looked liked an ordinary market. Closer inspection however revealed that it was a slave market.Semi nude women clad in beautiful traditional Arab dresses, wearing veils stood chained ready to be auctioned. At another place a similarly clad women was dancing to. “Makeup and wig too, bitch” was all he said. “Yes Sir” I sighed, and quickly did my makeup, using bright red “please may I suck your cock” lipstick. Settling my wig on my head I stood submissively before him and asked, “Please may I suck your cock now Sir?” Laughing, he replied, “Not quite yet, Princess” and grabbing my arm pulled me out of my apartment.I stumbled behind him on my heels as he dragged me down the stairs to the landing on the first floor. Pushing me to the floor, he kicked my. With a ravenous hunger he kissed, sucked and licked her boobs as if he was trying to draw out her creamy milk. I knew that wasn’t possible but the idea excited me.Once he had his fill of her rack, my brother decided to move on to the main event; he turned mom around and pushed her face down on the bed. My eyes couldn’t help but lock on to her pornstar ass; the sight made my mouth instantly flood with saliva. It was as if my brain was sending a signal to bury my face in her crack.I think it had.