Days earlier Maria, Marta's thirteen-year-old daughter, had moved into our basement guest bedroom, along with all her worldly belongings. Marta had wa...ted to ensure that no matter what, Maria would grow up in the United States, and especially not have to return to her home country. You see, Marta had intimated, without coming right out and telling me, that Maria was not safe back in Peru, where her uncle had been wont to take certain inappropriate "liberties" with the young girl. In fact, this. Then I felt his nice thick head at my opening as my heart raced with excitement as I wondered if anyone could see me down below. Soon, my mind was drawn to Kel pushing his thick head in my un-lubed ass hole. I tried in vain to grab for something, but only got flat glass as his dick pushed into my ass. I breathed deeply as the discomfort and pain of his dick radiated from my anus throughout my body – but I knew this is what I wanted. It took Kel a few strokes before my handsome stud. I never pressedher about which friend or where she was staying. The more often she didthis, the more convinced I became that she was staying with another guy."Staying." That was a lie I kept telling myself. A euphemism. She wassleeping with someone. Someone who was not me.That thought filled me with rage. I could never prove it. She was muchtoo careful. Even if I did, I wasn't sure I could bring myself toconfront her about it.Whatever. Fuck that. I decided to take her absence as my cue to. “We are short handed in the office at present, and as you have a lawyer’s skill of quickly perusing documents would you be up to the task of scrutinising these files yourself?”As he had done me a favour by obtaining the documents from the Foreign Office I agreed to his suggestion. It was the least I could do.Early the next morning I reported to John Stafford’s office. I had slept the clock round, recovering something of my strength, and now judged myself able to exam in detail the huge numbers.