As the days and weeks went on, we went out for lunches and coffees. We had a good friendship.She was a party girl too, liked a wine or two on a Friday... We ended up last out of the bar.That was when she told me, quietly and confidently that if I didn;t fuck her tonight, then she would be convinced that I was just a fake Lad, just booze no substance.(Party Boy didn't back down from a challenge - but if I did then she would have a very quick result and my reputation would be shot to pieces)She. The fun began on day 3.By now, I knew that my cousin goes to the club daily to play sports and keep fit. I usually woke up late. The sight I saw that morning blew my breath away. The guest bedroom has a clear view of their kitchen and living room. The floor plan was open and hence the kitchen and living room had no wall between them.From my bed, I saw her ass first. It was squeezed into some tight fit yoga pants and her shirt was tight enough to allow a good look at her body. Her ass looked. Instead my dreams are often visited by those I was unable to save, but only able to avenge.The night after we welcomed Nadia to The Abbey, my dreams were dark, and haunting. My mind, caught in memories dredged up by Veritas’ story, catapulted me back in time. And in all of its sickening detail I was back in Yellow Mike’s slave camp.The slaver’s camp was, one of, if not THE single most revolting place I can ever recall. The pleasure camps of The Austere, for all of their twisted depravity, are. " Thanks! I'll try and live up to that. I think she's a wonderful girl!" I think so too, so I'm wishing you both all the best!"We smiled at each other. In true British fashion, we would have shaken hands on the deal, had we not been so encumbered by our purchases.xxxxxxxWe reached the house and had to ring the street bell, as in our haste we had forgotten to take the keys with us. Julie came down to let us in, her hair still wet from the shower; and for Hamish's benefit, she did her famous.