My cell. An escort comes for me. When I stand, she smiles and places a broad leather belt around my waist. My hands are cuffed to the belt behind my b...ck and then I'm plunged into a sweet musky darkness as she drops a leather hood over my head. She must clip a lead to the belt; I feel a tug at my waist. "Come on, Fifty," my escort says, "Just come with me."I feel panicky at first: walking blind with just the guidance of the lead and the voice of my escort to steer by.The floor beneath my feet. He secures her neck tothe floor track of the front passenger seat with the leash. A waiting lengthof rope secures her ankles to the seat track on the driver's side. He throwsa blanket over her. Several minutes later he is cooly passing through the well manicured residentialoutskirts of town looking for a certain unoccupied house which happens to havea long driveway that sweeps around to the back out of sight. He knows thathis passenger on the floor behind him will soon begin to revive from the. After some time I got into sleep thinking about her.Morning she wake up at 7 she went to bathroom and after daily routines she came to wake me up with hot cup of tea.As night I was thinking about her so I got full hard in my penis it was standing in 90 degree straight.She noticed it and smiled and told me to get fresh up.After getting fresh up we had breakfast prepared by aunt. Later we had chat about our relatives,college,native news etc..Then she told she want to do shopping and want to see. This client is a regular."Lilly immediately understood that the priest doesn't know anything about the trafficking operation. He just kidnaps the girls, and sell them to the "client", which is really the trafficking ring. At least she hoped it would be, the real operation, not another intermediary.A somber silence fell on the room.--- "Sir." --- Lilly started in a trembling voice --- "Can I use the toilet?" --- she asked --- "I really need to go."--- "Yes. It's behind you." --- said the man,.