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Letter to Afganistan

My dear sister.

I have arrived safely in the UK. I was very seasick on the fishing boat and |I thought I would neer get the stink of fish out of my hair but we arrived at New Lynn quite safely.

The men were very nice and helpfuland they found me a job in a club. I have my own room with a bath and everything. It is a gentleman’s club where men pay myself and the other girls to be their wife for a while.

Sometimes I am told to put on a show for anyone who wants to watch and the rest of the time I am to available for any one to do with me as they like. It is so exciting watching the men come in. They are all so smart, very expensive suits and they all smell delicious, like they have a bath ever day, not like Uncle Faisal and the men at home! They smell worse than the camels breath!

The men sit around in black leather armchairs dinking alcohol like beer or bourbon whisky. I dress for their pleasure, with everything exposed like wives are supposed to preen. I have a uniform of a black corsets with underwired bodices that push up my boobies but leaves them exposed, Fishnet or sheer black stockings attach to the bottom of the bodice and very high heels and sometimes nothing else at all! It is so exciting watching the mens pants bulge as I walk by.

Sometimes I wear a long coctail dress over the top, sometimes a miniskirt so short it doesn’t even cover my pussy, but usually I just wear my “uniform”. It is against club rules to wear any knickers, being required to have my pussy and ass available at all times and leave myself available to be fucked in any hole, just like at home except I don’t wear a Burka and it is not just my brothers and cousins who fuck me..

Sometimes a kind and gentle, undemanding man will summon me, perhaps to ask me to fetch him some more alcohol. I return with a glass and lplace it on the side table next to his chair. Then I stand in front of him, awaiting any further instructions. Maybe he pats his knee for me to sit. I perch on his knee and he pulls me towards him. He kisses me, while his hands roam gently over my back and down to my bottom, giving it a firm squeeze, or perhaps easing a finger into my pussy arousing me before pushing me away and waving his hand to dismiss me, leaving me roused and frustrated at least for now.

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