“You, girl, who are you?”
“Sarafina, from the house of Lot.”
He walked around me, and when he was back in front, he tilted his head. “You are a beauty, but I don’t remember the name Lot.”
“We come from far away, but have family in Sodom.”
A younger man handed the older his clothes which he put on.
“So, Sarafina, did you enjoy what you saw?”
I looked at the men who had been f****d. Some of them limped away others had begun to wash their asses with cold water.
“It was interesting.”
The old man laughed. “It’s our way of welcoming strangers, and I make a bit of money at the same time. Tell me, have you been f****d in the ass?”
I blushed. “No, I certainly have not, I am a maiden still.”
He peered into my eyes and with the speed of a cobra he had his hand under my
