She took pride in her personal appearance andalways dressed in the latest outfits."Mistress, it is my duty to please my Master," she replied."But do y...u enjoy serving him?" she asked."Yes Mistress, he is a very kind and caring Master. I enjoy bringing himpleasure," replied Zia."And do you like being a slave?" asked Hala.Zia hesitated for a moment before answering."Mistress, I accept my fate to be owed, I accept that I must serve," shereplied.Hala smiled. "Interesting answer. She's not the. One day in metro train i met one guy as he helped me in getting the ticket as there were to much crowed that day his name was imran we became friend he was nicelooking handsome guy tall and age was around 30 yrs but as ever girl knw its always good to make friends who is elder to you anyway lets come to story… Its was monday as i start frm my house for my college imran called me and said lets off ur class’s today and we will have some good time we met and he took me in his bike and we went to a. Lorene had been leading them by a couple of steps. "Hear that, boys? We got an escort. One at 4 o'clock. and another at 8 o'clock. Both about 20 or 25 yards out. Reach up an' take my hands. When I squeeze them, stop, fast." They both slipped their hands into hers. They went a few more yards, and she squeezed. All made an abrupt stop. THERE!!! TWO STEPS!!! They felt her tug at them and went a bit further and the same thing. She squeezed their hands, and they stopped. This time they only heard. It had started with my friends expressing their jealousy, so it made me feel important, especially with the new clothes and more so, as the day wore on, the admiring glances from the men.Everywhere I looked, men were smiling and nodding their approval, and I knew precisely why they were, every girl knows why, and I would be lying if I said my panties were not wet, it is a natural response, an exciting thing to feel desired, even though its purely sexual, as girls at my age, their desirous.