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  • I walked over to her body and slid my inside her pants to feel that tight pussy one last time. This is goodbye from the first and only man who ever entered here. When I finished fondling her, I dragged her to one of the empty rooms and placed a sheet over her body. I did not remove her cloth. Malva was a refugee from Syria, she sold her self to traffickers so her family could leave that war torn hellhole. Malva ended up in this shit hole and working to pay off the mamasan that bought her. Malva was fair skinned and well endowed, she was very unique and exotic to foreigners as many westerners thinks that everyone in the middle east is tanned skinned. She is very popular, especially in her belly dancer costume with her veils, she was one of the most expensive girls here. For that reason I’ve only ever been with her once. I found lez her attitude not to my liking. She didn’t like being a prostitute and found whore mongers disgusting. Well bitch, you may have had a tragic past and is forced to be here, but you were still a whore and I’ve paid good money. Well looks like she ended up hiding in the bathroom before being gunned down against a wall. I cut her top open and played with her enormous titties, slapping them around and seeing them jiggle. I wonder why her killers didn’t fuck her before they shot her? Maybe they didn’t bother looking at the girls and just sprayed them. I didn’t bother with the other bodies and went to the special room. The special room was reserved for exclusive clients. My employers was such a client. I knew he also visited this establishment a lot because I was guarding him on each of his trips. Each time he face sitting would head straight for the special room and a young girls meets him before shutting the door on me and I had to wait for him in the lounge. To my knowledge the girls available in there are “certified pure”, which means virgins. Rich people in this part of the Big boobs world only wants girls untouched by other men. They pay lucrative sums of money for them. Most times it’s a one time thing and after they used the girls, the girls are paid and left to their own device. These girls either go into being normal whores or take their cut and go on their way. But sometimes the client takes a liking to the girl and take them as a wife, lucky for them it’s legal to have up to four wives in this part of the world. My employer seem to have taken a liking to the girl, he never discussed with me, I just assumed because he kept coming back here. The door the special room unaspiringly broken, the bullet holes in the door was a surprise. Entering the door I find the Mamansan face down on the floor in a puddle of blood. Looking at the lesbians door and at her, my assessment was that she tried to block the door with her body and they just blasted the door and shredded her. The special room was just a room acted like a common room leading to four doors. One of the doors must lead to Mamansan’s room, door open and room empty. Another room looked very fancy which I assume is where the elite clients met lesbo with these special girls. “Lonely” I giggled back, and we all laughed. She saw me lesbians in the doorway, grinned, and said, “Stop being a perv, Justin!” “Eric!” she barked, face sitting her cunt squeezing down on my dick. John was Big boobs sound asleep when he awoke to his doorbell, ringing over and over. I walked into the hall and looked at her. Susy reminded Beth that she is a gorgeous young woman that anyone would be lez proud to be seen with. “Yes, I liked it. “No.” he simply replied, walking off. A small smile crossed the man’s face then vanished as if it were smoke. Let’s go teach you to drive.” The fourth of July was lesbo complete madness for anyone that worked at the Lake House.
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