I work in a small solicitor's office. There's just me and Mr Benson, the solicitor, and Mrs Allinson, his clerk. Mr Benson is very nice. He's an older...gentleman and doesn't have as many clients as he once did but I enjoy working there. I've worked for him for four years now. I was lucky to find this position when I left the convent. I'm and orphan and was brought up by the nuns of St Martin and St Mary. They were good to me. I was happy there and sorry to leave but I was eighteen and they. The comfortable familiarity soothed me like a nice bubble bath, and I leaned down to nuzzle at her neck and shoulders. It was still in the dead of night, and I felt like we were the only people in existence.She began to stir at my gentle touch, and her eyes were still closed when she rotated in my arms and leaned up to kiss me. I happily gave her my lips, and we kissed each other a welcoming hello. The love I felt for this woman floated me away, and the half-remembrance of pleasant dreams. " Slowly she climbed up and sat next to him, still afraid to stare at him. She pulled the cloak closer to her body to keep her warm and cover her naked body."What do you want to hear from me, master?" Let's hear about your story. Why did you become a prostitute?" Maya was quiet for a while, collecting all the courage she could find. Then she began telling her tales. She stopped once in a while to look for boredom in her master's face, but found none. He listened to every word she said. Her. As I watched her feed the baby, my dick started to harden.Look, I will fuck you if you want, she blurted, but please let me have my job.Ok, I replied calmly. What else?That stunned her again. Let me make it easy for you I said. Until your husband returns, you will be my slave. My bitch. OK?Get out she said. Get the fuck out.OK, I got up to leave. No Stop, please I beg you. I need the job. Please.A bitch doesn’t wear clothes I said. Quickly still holding the baby to her breast, she stripped to.