I had just had the best fuck of my young life and it showed."You need to take a piss?" he asked me."I gotta shit, Daddy", I said.I thought Odell was g...nna give me my clothes for the trip out to the hallway bathroom, but he just cuffed my hands behind my back and took me in a vice like grip by my upper arm and walked me - completely naked - down the long hallway to the toilet. Halfway down the hall a guy came out of a room. He looked at Odell and me briefly before lowering his eyes and walking. You know, villages which London has swallowed up. But they still keep some of their identity like Cheadle has.“I understand about the additional stress setting up the office, I know I can cope with that one: I had to work really long hours when I arrived here. In fact I can actually help you. But there’s another stress: if you were to come, my flat is very small, too small for two people to live there for long. We would have to find a bigger place, and rents are astronomical.”“That’s easy. We’d. I scanned the room and my eyes were met by this hot blonde girl. She was a little young - must have been about 18 or so - but she was fucking hot. She had a tight t-shirt on and her nipples were poking through - I wondered if she had a bra on. She wore a short denim skirt and had the hottest set of legs I had seen in a long time. She smiled at me when our eyes met, and so I approached her. "Do you live on a chicken farm?" I asked her."No", she answered looking very perplexed."You sure know how. That was something he’d been doing all week ... touching her. It wasn’t anything obvious or lewd. He touched her elbow, or took her hand, briefly, as they walked side by side in the garden. He had a maddening tendency to wipe her lips for her, when they were snacking on something. It wasn’t that she found his touch distasteful. Quite the opposite. That was the problem. Twice she had taken his hand, while walking. She’d let go immediately, but it was very troublesome.Her husband wasn’t helping.