Renee swallowed the lump in her throat and followed the boy to the other room."It's me," said the kid, before he even reached the doorway. "I asked an... she said I get to go, too!"A low chuckle from the room, although the girl couldn't see anyone inside it."Simon?" asked the girl, not quite daring to stick her head into the chamber."What?" replied two voices, one almost as high as a girl's and the other a croak."No, I mean-" Renee shook her head, bemused. She braced herself, then stepped into. Rosie could hear the laughter coming up from downstairs and rushed to get ready wanting to look good. He didn’t have anything apart from slutty clothes and automatically dressed himself up like a cheep slag.He was happy with his look and went down to meet his harem of whores. As he entered the kitchen all eyes turned to him.“Here she is at last, we’ve been talking about you. Come and sit next to your mum. You look lovely Rosie but we think you should have a more extensive wardrobe with girly. I kind of liked that. It was certainly a lot better than most of the names I’d been called.“Gregor… that was his name… Gregor made me work, wouldn’t let me goof off, and required me to go back to school. He also taught me how to play chess, which he said he’d played in the camps to pass the time. ’What camps?’ I asked him. He didn’t like to talk about it, but over time I found out he had been in a gulag, was set free during Glasnot, and made his way to East Germany, then to the Netherlands when. It was as this point that I had remembered his parents were below us and I had to be quite, as he started his faster pace in my ass. I bit my lip and grew instantly wet with the idea of being caught by his equally big black dad. He slipped a second finger in and brought me back to reality of me straddling him on the guest bed. As he grew impatient, he picked me up and threw me on the second bed, dropped his shorts and crawled over me. He thrust hard into me, all in one motion; I was split open..