?"I was a relatively new slave to the Albanian, and the story of how i came to be one was typical of most of their fuck-toys. Just two months ago, i h...d been walking home after a late night party in my hometown when a deranged pervert pulled up alongside me and tossed me into his van. He’d immediately called the Albanian pimps he knew and agreed to sell me to them for $10,000. The Albanian were very good at turning bitches into submissive fuck-dolls, i had to endure many, many sadistic beatings. It was risky business but I went ahead and did it. Four o’clock finally came around. I was due over at Sarah’s at 6. I still a few things to do to be ready for my “date”. I showered again and got dressed, deciding that hopefully I wouldn’t need underwear. Khaki pants, blue sport shirt and a brown sport coat completed my ensemble. Earlier that afternoon I had purchased a bottle of my favorite Merlot to give as a hostess gift. I was ready to go, but first I needed something to make sure the. The room that he had chosen for me faced the morning sun and the firstrays of light woke me. He had told me that this room was hisdaughters, and it was definitely decorated in a feminine style, withfloral patterned wallpaper and lace-edged curtains. It may sound oldfashioned, but it wasn't. It looked fresh and tidy. There was a deskby the window and a dressing table in the corner lit with lights, itsdrawers full of his daughter's things. There were women's clothes inthe wardrobe as well,. That didn't apply to this guy. He took our drink orders and left us to review the menu.When he returned we ordered. Kay went with Veal Parmesan and I decided on the Chicken Alfredo. I also ordered a bottle of Chianti to go with the meal and just like last week, the waiter didn't question Kay's age. I didn't expect him to.We talked about little things during the meal. I learned a little more about her life back on the farm, how she got along with her brothers, that they all helped out just as.