The cleaners were able to schedule me for the next day and said they’d send three women and a guy for any heavy lifting. I was happy about that — ...e could carry our boxes from one room to another.At seven in the morning, they arrived. Argh! I was so tired I’d overslept. I tugged on a robe and raced to open the door. I blurted apologies for not being ready but they all smiled, telling me not to worry. I suddenly realized that in my haste to open the door, my robe had fallen open. I wore nothing. I felt my asshole, and my pussy tense up, and my back started to arch as I climaxed. The moment this happened I felt a surge of all the fluids, that were already coming out of my pussy profusely, shoot out onto the wooden floor on my carpet. I lay on the ground for a few minutes catching my breath as my orgasm finally subsided.I wanted to put on some clothes and go for a walk through to and turn a few heads. So I went into my drawers, using my 'female-me's' memory. I found out that although I. Shout bring guards. Guards whip." But I'm not a slave. I am a free British citizen," she tried to explain.The negress looked at her with contempt, tapped the number on her own right shoulder, and replied, "Slave now," turning her back and effectively ending the conversation.For two days the women waited; from time to time some small snatches of desultory conversation came to Helen's ears, but it was all in Arabic. Each evening then the guards came round with bread, cheese, over-cooked and. However embarrased I was, because he was so much more experienced and older than I, I still told him about my mediocre life. I was sheltered most of my life, I never took risks or dared to step outside of the box and I expressed how I was sick of it. Andrew told me he understood and then gave me a chance to change all that.One particular day, Andrew and I met at the school library to work on a history project together. As we blankly stared at books and timelines of different wars, I could feel.