#5976 - Our wrists were tied together and we were tied onto one length of rope before being led out (me in front) and into the courtyard. I remembered well the pain and pleasure that some (most) of Jon’s beatings have given me. It wasn’t the long black robes that all the other Moroccan women that I’d seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with see-through baggy trousers.
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