<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/15o8l02.jpg)</div><br/>Covering Mia's tracks was quite the underatking. Especially for someone not quite so endowed. But Ember managed, if only barely. An acquaintance here, a coin spent there, a blowjob in yet another place. Fortunately, there was a bottle of strong liquor in her bottle to wash the taste away. Even more fortunately, there were no men with more extreme tastes among the ones she worked.<br/><br/>Well, there was that guy who traded forgetting about Mia's questions for a quick assfuck. He was probably more interested in boys, that one - or did Ember's slim form just happen to be to his liking? She found herself on all fours, on the hot stone roof, choking off her grunts as he pumped deep into her ass, aided only by a pinch of goose-fat. His hand pulling hard on her long hair and making her back arch. Her broad hips nestling against his groin as he buried his cock ball-deep in her ass. After an eternity of humiliating, painful (and slightly exciting) thrusting, he emptied his balls deep into her bowels, and already forgot all about the... who? Never heard of her.<br/><br/>And he didn't get her off either.<br/><br/>There were a number of close shaves, when she felt the closeness of an altogether unfitting end to her freedom. The fear got her blood flowing faster, made her concentrate, and slip deeper into the shadows. No, she wouldn't be taken quite so easily. Not by these amateurs at any rate. The convoluted back alleys and thickly populated marketplaces turned out to be equally dangerous. Slavers, hustlers, pickpockets. But they of course would need only the slightest nudge to understand that a woman of such attributes as Mia was already owned, and not for sale. That little white lie would save a whole lot of explaining later on, Ember hoped.