It was not long before several men rushed to the edge of my pen ignoring the bodies on the ground beginning to bloat. They each had packs they set dow... before turning to run off. I moved to each pack and checked my supplies before saddling the drama and opening the gate.The rocky rolling hills I headed into were called the Fartoo. The streams were small but ran clear with drinkable water. There was also a short tuff brown grass that covered everything. I saw a lot of wild goats and tall ugly. My own favorite sets were straight sex, without any supposed-to-be-sexy or any fancy accessories, just the ‘classical’ fucking ceremony. I was no unknown name anymore. I had never disappointed any of my clients and they seemed to recommend me to their friends. I had taken shots of real celebrities as well so I had also quite a great reputation in all kinds of magazines or websites. Throughout the years I’ve kept my modest and reasonable conditions and price as well as my business strategy. -hameeda, we need to talk. Go wash yourself and come 1st-I went to wash myself. I was thinking.Why does Omar seem so upset today? Has anything leaked to him? Cannot be, except imad and me, only one other person knows about this and we both were sure she would not reveal it.Once I came back, he started talking.-what has happened to you, hameeda? Once you were sexually so neutral that I had to somewhat force you…--…not somewhat, you completely assaulted me! Do not hide facts!-That angered him. He. ” “I’ll have to remember that,” and then I asked, “So how did you catch us?” He said, “Follow me, I’ll show you.” When we finished up in the men’s room he showed me where the coatroom was, and then I followed him to his office. As we walked to his office he said his name is Dan. Turns out he’s the manager, and seemed like a real cool guy. He let me know he’s been here for ten-years, and the owner has granted him complete control of the business. He also mentioned one day the place would be his..