She stood back up and I crouched to pick up the shards of broken china. I looked toward her and it my lowered position and with her reaching up into a...cupboard, I could see quite clearly; no panties. Her buttocks curves to a cute pussy cleft, wisps of hair peeping from in front. I stared, mesmerised.Claire turned. Looked at me. "Were you looking at my butt?" she asked.I stood, stepped toward her. "Yes." I said, then pulled her to me and kissed her.I was expecting a slap, or a push away, but she. "We had some wine and fruit in the room. Ula gave it to her to drink and eat. Ula then spoke. "I am Ula. My mate and master is Alaric. We live out from the towns in a hidden place safe from marauders. Given a choice, what name would you like?" I had been named Mara before I was taken into slavery. My mother had named me." Very well, Mara. Tell us your history." Yes, mistress."Our small village was raided about a year ago, ten days after I was opened on my fifteenth birthday. I think a boy from. “How old is your sister, Ellen” I said, “She’s just turned 16, she’s always fancied you” “I know” I replied. When we got to our stop as we got off the bus, he said “Come round on Saturday afternoon my parents are away for the weekend” “Ok” I thought ‘I’ve always fancied Ellen also’.Early Saturday afternoon I knocked on Nigel’s front door, he ushered me in and I as we made our way into the kitchen, there stood Ellen, she had a light yellow dress on that fell short of her knees and she had filled. When I was about to walk back, he playfully grabbed me from behind.He started applying color on my naked waist inside the shirt with the other. He wanted to avenge me for feeling his whole body and wanted to do the same. His hand went inside my shirt from below my waist. He applied color just below my bra, and in doing so, he also brushed my boobs a couple of times.It turned me on real good, so much so that I bit my lips in excitement. I didn’t want anyone to see us. So I went back to my group.