“In this case, it will serve as your pov protection. When the men see you locked away, they will not ask you to do something you are not prepared to do. However, as always, we will be watched. It is vital you do not say anything, no matter what you see or what I do. No harm will come to either of us if you do as I say. If you do not…” “They will punish both of us.” That threat had never been far from Brigit’s mind. Fatima nodded. “And the guests would choose, since the negative activity took place during their party.” She shuddered. “Remember what you saw yesterday, and please do as I say.” She finished dressing in soft, violet film that wasn’t constructed enough to be called even a robe or gown and then turned to Brigit. “Are you ready? “No. Why can’t I stay here?” “The only way public you will learn how to please our guests is to see for yourself what is expected.” “Then…I guess I’m ready.” Brigit heard the bitterness in her voice and tried to swallow past the sting of tears lodged in her throat. Gathering the sack around Brigit’s shoulders, Fatima retied her hands and then looped the rope through a separate rope she wrapped around Brigit’s waist. When she covered the restraints with the bag-dress, she said, “Tonight you will also wear a blonde hood.” Brigit started to protest, but Fatima kept on, her voice blowjob even, but firm. “You are white. There are few white women here, and they are much in demand of late. There is no need tempting tonight’s guests with what they should not have. There will be drinking. The drink does more than satisfy thirst. It stirs the blood. If they see your skin, they will want you, and you are not ready.” Brigit’s insides flipped. She felt sick, but Fatima gave her no time for it. She tugged a hood amateur over Brigit’s head. She fought to breathe normally. Blinking, she tried to focus through the rectangle of mesh at eye level. “All right?” Fatima pulled at the edge of the hood, smoothing it over Brigit’s shoulders. Brigit nodded, unable to speak. One, for now you have not much to fear. The loving, caring look on her face, deserving of a portrait, became lewd as a shiver rolled blonde pov through her, making her almost stick her tongue out while her eyes rolled back. I had been able to make that determination when you put our two dicks together for the cock-to-cock jackoff that you performed on us. Be back in a flash okay. "It happened a long time ago, blowjob before you were born. Though against my better judgement I public have called in another group." I slammed down him. I shuddered as my orgasm peaked. “Don’t fucking move!” the wind said. “Tell me I need to know, it is a turn on for me.” I smirked, tightening my amateur hand around her arm. “Yes Mistress Tegan.” Brandon answered simply. She was heavier than I thought considering she only weighed one hundred and twelve pounds. Would they use up his youth and beauty, then discard the empty husk that remained? Looking at her blood soaked dress I decided I was not going to waste my time trying to remove it. There was a café next to that club and we stopped and had a drink and a big ice cream.