Fi went and made a cup of tea coming back in we chatted about this and that. After about an hour The au went down, Fi asked me to draw the curtains to...keep the heat in, and as I did that she put more logs on the fire. We chatted again for ages and was getting a bit more risqué. Fi got up and walked out of the lounge saying won't be long, make yourself comfy. Fi came back about 10 mins later wearing a dressing gown saying that's better I feel more comfy now, I hope you don't mind. I studied her. I was nervous as I stepped through the door, though I thought I did agood job of not showing it. I quickly looked over the small office,which had several paintings on the walls, though my eyes stopped on thewoman behind the desk. She had dark hair, a pair of small black hornssticking out from her forehead, and tiny black scales that covered thetop part of her face and almost made it look as though she was wearing amask. She stared at me with a pair of slitted yellow eyes, which werejust a. I followed her in and we had a good twenty minute fuck in the loo. Very few words were spoken.As the train pulled into Euston station an hour later she just smiled and was gone before I could even utter one word.Skip forward about ten years and I was getting a train from Ramsgate to the same Waterloo station from earlier. This time I saw a girl on the platform before the train arrived and we exchanged glances. She was late twenties, light brown hair and wearing a short dress, with a loose coat.. Simply put once I was away from where my father could easily influence events and where he was not apt to travel the attitude of those he 'hired' to take me out of my home country changed. Suddenly I was like any other, no I think, lower than the girls they had payed to gain access too. At least that was my perception. Then again until the moment that one of them demanded to be able to examine me intimately I had no clue that they were anything except for smugglers whose particular trade was in.