So, welcome to the members' only 'comfort wing'." What the hell is a'comfort wing'?" snapped Fiona."Essentially," said Tracy, "it's a knocking-shop fo... the wealthy members of the club." A brothel?" Exactly." So we are to be sex slaves?" That's about it." This is crazy," said Fiona. "The whole thing is crazy! We were raped by the policemen who we flagged down for assistance. We were abused by the policewoman who was on duty in the sherif's office. We have been subjected to a ridiculous travesty. As the thick dildo fills me up, I forget about the thought of anal. It stretches me wide, penetrating me deeply. I moan into the floor, feeling completely content. I wish I could lie there forever, experiencing this pleasure nonstop.And then Bianca starts thrusting back and forth.It hurts a little at first—the friction almost feels like too much. But the pain quickly fades away and is replaced by a feeling of pure goodness. I feel powerless, my face on the floor and my pussy for Bianca’s to. She said it was only once, while I was at University, a project was running with a local clothing manufacturer; she was one of the models.Mr Steele asked what she modelled to which Zhara replied ?A bikini?.?Ummmm – a good choice I would say?, Mr Steele said looking at Zhara’s letter and attached photo.?You have a good figure, and you like displaying it?? ?I wouldn’t go that far, but I’m not ashamed of it? replied Zhara?And you would model some of our less than modest garments without a. Hillary smiled, humoured, “Oh, you’re such a sweetie. Some girl’s going to fall in love with you!”After travelling well into the country, Mia turned into a private roadway. Mia drove eighty or so meters, past the first security station: a little more than a wave to and from the staff; then a couple more hundred meters, registered with another security station. They were a little bit more meticulous, but still friendly; and then she drove into the parking lot.The building complex in the distance.