"Did he want to plant a spy on us!" she said angrily.Aisha brought her face to the ground, "Mistress," she cried, "I am to report on whatever I see, t...ue, but you can always restrain me elsewhere, blindfold me or cover my ears; I cannot report on what I haven't seen or heard."The crying slave girl kissed Lila's feet, her tears falling on her toes, "I am afraid of the sheik. I am not like you. I am not a good slave; I am always afraid. Please don't send me away."Lila bent down and pulled Aisha. It didn't last too long, and for once, I didn't want it to. She got up, went to the closet, and reached up for her "toybox." She pulled out a black latex dildo, which was fairly normal size (for which I was thankful) and a harness-looking thing. Emma fitted the cock into the strap and fastened it around her hips. Then, she pulled out lube which she stroked onto the fake penis that she'd soon slide into my ass."Are you ready for this?" she asked."Oh, yes," I replied, " I think so." Well, hands. The result of all this was a hard headed woman of 22 with little self respect, a strong determination and a chip on her shoulder a mile wide. She had grown to love pain, including self harm, feeling that she needed to be punished heavily, though for what she really had no definite idea. She had avoided d**gs or alcohol abuse, having seen others go down that road she felt that way led to a woman not being in control, and she very much needed to be “in control” especially of her own. Karrrrraatiii reh…..Meii nechee jaakee 2no ka land or chuttt chatnjeee lagi…Dostooo sochloio kaisaaa 3 some ka scene hoga……..Or sameer or jorse usse karnee…Jkartaaa raha karta raha……..Deee dhakka dee dhaka…..Ab uskooo kutiyaaa position mei leliyaa…..Or……Jooo dhakkee sameer ne mqaare hai…Bygod ki kasam…..Margaiii…Dhireeeee yessss ssss sssssss ahhhhhh ramji….Ahhhh kartee………..Uskaa.A…Land ufaan par tha…Or dhire se…Mere peche se….Ashu agaya….Vobhiii 2noo kooo chatneelaga mene 2no ko neche se.