As he approached her, he was sure she was a bonny lass. She certainly wasn't fat, although certainly not thin, and she had a very impressive pair of b...easts. Paul didn't think of himself as a tit-man, although when he and his mates discussed what it was that they liked most about women, he'd never quite decided if he might not be. He didn't have Dave's attraction for arses or Baz's for thighs, and he was self-aware enough to know that a pretty face, however bonny, wasn't enough without a good. Her apartment wasn’t much different from those others where a woman lives alone. To say briefly it was awful. I am a hardworking and thrifty guy, that’s why I felt enthusiastic about making the flat nice and good for living. It took me a week to fix the plumbing and other things a person needs to live comfortably. My landlady respected me for that, I’d say she adored me. As I had no time for cooking she cooked for me, but I paid for the food products she used in my meals. Generally speaking we. Anger and hurt stabbed my heart whenever I thought of my boyfriend. I tried to ignore the pain as my eyes drifted down to stare at Xera's hard cock. It was like Kevin's. The elf's hand stroked it. Sophia gasped, blushing and turning away so she didn't watch the elf masturbate.My mouth watered as I finished my jerky. That cock was amazing. My pussy itched. “Do you need help?” I found myself asking.“What?” Xera asked, her voice liquid and throaty.“With your cock.” I swallowed. “I could help you. .." Pete said, wincing as he took it all down on the pad and on his tape recorder."Anyway, I told her she had a choice--to suffer all that in front of everyone, or to live with me for six months and be my slave. No beatings, no pain, just servitude. She had to do everything I say until three months was up. Everything. She has to cook, clean, and take my messages. And when I get horny and need to get off, I use her. However I want. She lives in my walk-in closet. There's a small mattress there.