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We were not told her names and what she was doing, but without that it was clear that this was some kind of illegal gang.
“To serve” did not mean a banal spreading of the legs in front of them.
Half a day girls trained to dance belly dance and pole dance.

No matter how strange it is for the Eastern state, but we had a good trainer on strip plastic and we did every day.
After lunch, we were taught beautifully wagging our hips to bring grapes and wine.
In the evening before the guests come, they would read verses in Farsi, English, Russian.
I was given beautiful golden sandals that emphasized the fragility of the legs, in combination with the daily baths in milk with figs that all the girls took – the skin became velvety and smooth.
And even though I was 17, there was nothing to complain about, I still sometimes even glanced at my velvet ass at the mirror before wiping off after a bath.
Zarina told me that they were preparing me for HIM.
That Jamal is the main one in this strange house-hotel for terrorists-businessmen doing dark bloody affairs and he chose me.
And this is the only reason why I have not yet been lodged under a single Arab sponsor, or simply have not given it to the field commanders for entertainment.
I was preparing.
It was very embarrassing, but after a week you get used to the fact that Fatima and Zarina became relatives in all places.
Frankly, this captivity was more like a forced spa.
I was forced to dress beautifully.
Learn to walk on unreal heels, dance and twist the backside.
Forcibly made my skin perfect and smoothed my face so that it looked radiant without makeup.

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I was washed and examined and “there.”
I was prepared for him in every way.
Fatima said that he usually has three or four girls per night and he never “uses” the same thing twice.
She was also “lucky” to be under him and she spoke of him as a smart lover.
But in the east in a man only strength and rage is appreciated, and not attentiveness and sensuality.
However, I have already accepted my fate and a careful, kindly envious relationship of friends I liked.
I often fell asleep listening to their moans in the next room “for guests”.
Chic lounges for the personal safety of Jamal.
They just provided services.
The relationship between the girls and the guards was strictly forbidden, but the soldiers came every evening.
Chosen and taken away.
And I listened to it.
In secret, I was wildly excited to imagine how beautiful and stately girls in all poses were dirty soldiers of the desert.
I imagined how the girls are trying to entertain them with a dance, and they are simply brazenly grabbing their hands, crumpling their breasts, shoving their hands under the skirt.
Undress.
Squeeze.
I wildly languished from over-excitement.
And frankly I waited for the day when I could be left alone with Jamal.
This day came.
They washed me again and enviously spanked girls on the pope.
They did not put on my underwear that day and I walked in wide trousers alone, which covered my calves with pumping dances with an elastic band.
Golden bra lifted and flaunted my chest.
For a 17-year-old girl, I looked very defiant, my body was languishing and smoking under a light silk fabric.
I was eager

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to meet a man in this palace of debauchery.
And let him even the most inveterate villain.
I wanted him.
His dick.
And jump on it like a hungry bitch.
Evening came and they called me to his bedroom.
I crossed the threshold, as I was taught – straightening my shoulders and pinning a mask of inaccessibility on my face.
I stomped on in big drafts watching him examine my red pedicure and the straps of shoes that encircled my tender ankles.
I walked with every step I realized that his male self absorbs me.
He is big.
He lounged on a huge couch.
Among the silk pillows.
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