Most wore make up and provocative clothing, which gave the impression that they had been unexpectedly interrupted while getting dressed."So you come f...om Rif?" asked Binta. "I don't know it, but it's probably quite similar to Jebel, the district I come from. Do you know it?" No, not at all. I've never travelled far from Rif before."The door to Binta's room was identical to all the others, paced out in both directions. The light above the door was switched off, but the light above many other. Thus if you have someone who wants to live an insular life and to keep his concubines isolated from everyone else he allows no one in and no one out. Luckily for me and the other concubines who Marissa picked she doesn't want to be that sort of controlling person. We can come and go at will. However it is wise to have a sponsor as your escort. Simply put there are sponsors who believe that all concubines should be available to them for entertainment... (better read as rape slaves.) Even if I'm. One night while everyone was sleeping, I woke up to go to the toilet. I used the torch on my phone to go to the toilet in the room. As I was going, I saw that my cousin’s nightdress had gone up revealing her thighs. I was shocked to see this and got hard.I went to the toilet and jerked off. I came back and saw that the nightdress had gone up even more than before. I quickly took a picture on my phone, and then lifted her nightdress up, so that I could see her ass. She wasn’t wearing any. Thank you for dinner.”“Yep! Take care!” Cindy smiled, turned around and rushed to her car.Chapter 4“Aww, I’m so sorry, Cindy,” Bea sympathized with her on the phone. Bea was shaving her legs in a bubble bath.“Don’t worry about it,” Cindy was driving home after her shift.“I know! We can try again,” Bea said.“No I don’t think that’s needed. I’m not a lesbian.”“Well that’s fine, but maybe you could benefit from someone different, in a different environment. Instead of a formal dinner.