When you add in beach and ocean waves, things can get really passionate and sensual. We started our family vacation at the beach in a nice beach house...on the oceanfront. We settled in to relax and enjoy each other. After a few days of enjoying the sun, surf, and sand, we let the k**s watch a movie as we went to enjoy the stars, moon, and sound of the crashing waves. We set up our beach chairs in the sand with a nice bottle of wine beside us. As we sipped and talked, we eased into the relaxed. She made no move to disrobe but did not resist as I began to undress her. So that we should not proceed in total silence I asked a few questions and learnt that she was only seventeen years old and came from Zambia in southern Africa. Her family had sent her to stay with relatives in London to earn some money to send home. She was in the country entirely illegally and had worked in a succession of menial, low-paid jobs where employers pay cash and ask no questions. She was essentially a very. The same place Vikki met all her dodgy boyfriends; the Burke and Hare strip club where Vikki worked. Hanna had voiced her concerns for Vikki's safety when she first found out where it was Vikki was working. But Vikki had insisted it was all just a bit of fun.And certainly she hadn't come to any immediate harm. Okay, so she'd had more one night stands and slept with more guys than you could count, but they hadn't caused her any bodily harm. There was something about this guy though... Hanna. I just…didn’t want to see you hurt.’ Her eyes were now glassy. She smiled, ‘I understand.’ She told me. She hesitated, but slowly reached up and hugged me. I couldn’t breathe. She felt so good. In response, I slowly wrapped my arms around her. The hug may have lasted too long, but I don’t think either one of us noticed. Her face was dug into my shoulder, mine into her hair. My fingers spread apart along her back, feeling the curve of her spine as I pressed my hand closer to her back. I could.