I’d take her in, but we’ve not enough room in our small flat.”“How old?”“Twenty? Twenty One? Something like that. Shame, she’s really ni...e. Works hard. She can’t hide some of the bruises, though she tries to.”By now the girl had picked up her bucket and left.“Hasn’t she got any family?” I asked, intrigued.“Doesn’t seem to have, she won’t talk about herself. I see her to chat to, but she clams up about her personal life. I wish I could get her away from that man. She’s not happy, sort of. It started casually in the morning: “Come meet me after work. I’ve put some clothes out under my pillow for you.” It was all I could do not to rush upstairs and examine what he had selected for me. I lasted for around an hour before I just had to see. White blouse, a short black skirt with a large split up one side, black balcony bra, thong and hold-ups completed the outfit. There was a note; wear a coat for the journey and any shoes you think suitable. The anticipation was terrible; I was. She was absolutely right: They gleamed and were razor-sharp!“So what did you two do all day?” I asked.Tom slowly shook his head, trying valiantly — but failing miserably — to look sad. “It ... it was terrible!” he said sadly. “Would you believe it? They made me mate with my poor abused bride for over an hour!”“Sheesh!” Kris exclaimed. “The first time my lord and master took me, he had me in orgasm for five fucking hours!” Then she cocked her head and rhetorically asked, “Or was it five hours. We started making out and soon were all over each other. It started when we were kissing and I slipped my hand under her blouse and put it on one of her tits. When she did not object, I lifted her blouse and put my mouth on one of her small but firm round tits. Vi loved having me suck her boobs. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as I did it. Soon, I felt her hand on my crotch. I was sure that I was going to get to fuck her. I reached down and rubbed her pussy and slipped a finger into her.