"It had been six weeks now since I last saw my poor wife, she had gone missing somewhere in the vastness of the African city, and the deeper I got into the whole sex trade, the white slavery ,the more I despaired, would I ever be able to find her, there were so many houses, so many brothels, white sex slaves was huge business here, the only business, then I watched the door, it was guarded and protected, the local men allowed in, I knew I had to somehow get inside, so I paid a local man, we told them I was his friend, we were here for a good time, we both scored drunk and they reluctantly let me in, the whole place was filthy, it stank, I the middle of the house was a huge curtain, the curtain divided to huge one room into small bedrooms,,, we stood and waited , the heavily armed men opened the curtain and the local man came out,,I looked inside, onto the bed to see a white woman, she had just been fucked, it was not my wife, the guard shouted at the man next to us in the queue, it was his turn, he went inside,,the guard closed the curtain, oh my god I thought, we waited, we listened to the moans, then another curtain was opened, the next bed lays white woman,,she looked exhausted, broken, her legs wide open so everyone could see everything, she did not care anymore,,the guard shouted, my friend who I had paid went inside,, the guard was walking up and down the thin corridor outside the curtain, he pulled it back, hey he shouted, best hurry up, we got more customers here waiting, , I looked past him, onto the bed, and is we my wife,,on top, fucking him,,riding him, I gulped. I wondered in six weeks here, how much cock she must have had, I decided I should go, leave,"