And I don't want that. I'm sorry that she hurt you. You seem like a nice guy but I don't know everything about you. You can stop slowly inching your w...y towards my ass. You can grab it. If I didn't want you to I wouldn't be this close to you. Know what I mean" I didn't have a clue what I was going to say. So I decided to just keep my fucking mouth shut and live in that moment. I did slide both of my hands onto her ass cheeks and I squeezed pulling her even tighter into me. We stopped moving. They claimed it was to make me strong & slick as they were as only one had any body hair. The hairy man amongst the group seemed the leader of the men, yet he always seemed to be in the background & as rigid as stone without readable emotion. I assumed that the hair was a privilege of the boss alone but was wrong about the situation entirely. Every other day when my hair made any sign of reappearance I was subjugated to the hair removal bath, yet I ended up noticing I was the only one with any. As he spoke louder, he began to shake her gently.- Fatima ... My darling ...- Mmmm ... Dad, what's going on ... I slept, what do you want ...- That's ... You remember, what I told you about ... The new laws ... The resident card ... I just want to check ... That tomorrow everything will be fine... Well, I have to see.. To check ...Mohamed grabbed the elastic of his daughter's pajama. A nice pajamas, with cubs on it. He began to pull on Fatima's pajama, revealing little by little her white. I put my right leg on the floor and placed my left leg on the bench. Ralph was walking towards me. When he got to where I was standing, he started talking to me. He asked how I got the scar on my leg. I told him without thinking, that it was from a motorcycle accident when I was 16. He didn’t say anything else. I realized what I had just done and quickly finished drying myself without looking up at him. I walked out of the showers without saying anything to him. I got to my room and sat on my.