I gathered up her dirty panties to wash. Several pair were all crusty in the crotch. I sniffed them ... they smelled of sexual secretion, similar to t...e odor of my own panties after heavy petting with a man.Before putting them into the washer I sniffed them again, holding the crotch up against my nose, inhaling deeply. My reaction was disturbing. What I was doing was nasty. I didn't do nasty. When my body shuddered I quickly tossed them in the washer along with her bed linen.Retuning to the. Bill led her through the crowd and left her to say good night to their host, saying he’d get Kevin and they’d be out front in the red F150. “Looks like you two hit it off,” Marcie said as she watched Helen watching Bill’s ass as he made his way back through the people milling around. “Don’t be getting any ideas,” laughed Helen. “I just want laid, I still don’t want married.” “You’d be a great wife for some lucky man,” her friend replied and Helen smiled. Her friend was always the matchmaker,. 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 unidentifiable meat, and. This went on till 7 pm. After the discussions were over the visitors left the office at around 7.30. I and reema sat in my cabin and were talking about the days activities and discussions. I was feeling quite tired and wanted to visit a bar to have some drinks so that I could relax, but since I had to drop reema I dropped my plan. We started driving back and she told that u seem to be exhausted. I told her yes and told you also must be tired. I asked her what do u do to relax and she told.