He tells you it will be in twenty minutes and carries on along the line of girls.
You stand watching this particular girl and slowly she becomes aware that you are doing so. She gradually raises her head until she sees your face, then looks down again quickly, but not so quickly that you have not seen the fear in her eyes.
You carry on watching her as her shoulders heave and you hear her sob beneath the screen of long hair........ one nipple, moved by the action of her body, half peeps out of the slave tunic. She is unable to make it return and you see her push back slightly against her ankles, affraid that more will be exposed. |