"I dont know how long you havehere, but.. I want to get you out of here. I know your not here bychoice, none of the girls here are. I can talk to your.... owner,, to letyou go, would you like that," he asked me as I froze.I knew it did happen from time to time, but not a lot. He rarely letgirls go, and only ones he knew wouldnt be able to tell anyone about whathad happened to them or where they had been kept. "I dont know, if hesays yes, then.. I would happily go with you, but, how would you do. This was directly relatedto the core values that his parent's had taught him: don't do drugs;don't fuck around in class; don't sleep with a girl you wouldn't marry;and most importantly, don't ever get drunk on a weeknight. Although helargely ignored the last two *given: his "experience" with women was nowhere near the level he imagined. Were it not for a few lucky nights back in freshman year he would still have been a virgin.* he had a fairly. Mary hadarranged the appointment the previous weekend.I had never been clothes shopping with them before and I certainlywasn't going to start this weekend. Not with the North London derby onthe TV at my local pub.When Saturday came Mary told me that she didn't feel like driving socould I take them into town as Celia had been so looking forward to thetrip and Mary didn't want to disappoint her?I had been planning to watch the football but faced with the prospectof letting down both my wife and. I opened the hook of my granddaughter’s school-skirt. I unzipped Sreya’s school-miniskirt and pulled her school-miniskirt down to remove it. And I thrown Sreya’s school-miniskirt aside. Sreya was wearing a red panty under her grey school-miniskirt. I pulled Sreya again in my lap and again I placed Sreya’s leg in both side of my legs so that her bare legs hang in air and I placed Sreya in my lap in such a way that Sreya leaves all her body-weight on me. My 18-year old granddaughter Sreya is now.