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MerhabaSize tugbayi nasil siktigimi anlaticam umarim sizde boyle sikisler yasarsiniz…Tugba benim arkadasimin kizarkadasiydi arkadasim kizi sadece sikmek icin elinde tutuyor siktikten sonrada evine yolluyordu bizede neler olup bittigini anlatiyordu bunlar bir gun ayrildilar. Artik benim bekledigim firsat gelmisti tugbayi ben sikecektim. Size kisaca tugbayi anlatim 1 70 boyunda zayif siyah sacli esmer gogusleri elma gibi kici tam sikmelik buyuk ama dar birbirine yapisik duruyor beli incecik mukemmel purussuz bir vucudu teni herseyiyle mukemmel bir kiz. Bir gun tugbayi aradim hal hatir sorduktan sonra bir gun bir yerlerde bulusalim dertleselim dedim. olur dedi yarin goruselim o zaman dedi bende kabul ettim .Buyuk gun geldi catti , bana telefon actiginda islerimin oldugunu disari cikamayacagimi mumkunsa onun yanima gelmesini rica ettim , tamam o zaman dedi cikti yanima geldi hersey mukemmel gidiyordu cok dar kisa bel kot ustunde askili mavi bir bluz mukemmel bir parfum kokusu bunlar beni cildirtmaya ve sikimi kocaman etmeye yettide artti bile benim uzerimde ise bir atlet altimda sadece boxer kilot var . ya kusura bakma sicaklar yuzunden kot giyemiyorum boxerla karsina ciktigim icin uzgunum dedim sorun deil ya nasil rahat ediyorsan oyle otur dedi …Bende tamam o zaman dedim oturdum ama sikim kalktigindan ayaga kalkmak istemiyordum pek yoksa gorulecekti, neyse konusmaya basladik izmir şımarık escort sorunlarini anlatti birden aglamaya basladi bende sarildim iste teselli etmeye calisiyordum basim omuzunda arkasina dogru bakiyordum ki gozlerim isil isil oldu pantolonunun arkasindan kilodu gorunuyor benim yarrak tam kalas gibi olmustu. ayaga kalkti lavaboya gidiyorum dedi arkasinden bende gittim ona aglamamasini hic kimse icin gozyasi dokmemesini filan soyledim o an bunun gozu sikime takildi hayirdir dedi bende gordugum manzaradan etkilendigim icin boyle dedim.hic bisey olmamis gibi iceri gectik ama benim sik hala kazik gibiydi tugba ben gidiyorum dedi bende dur nereye filan dedim onundeki sey inmiyor benim uzerimde indirmeden ben gidim dedi bende ne var yani sen indirsen dedim terbiyesiz deyip kapiya yoneldi bende arkasindan sarilip ya lutfen dur soz canini acitmayacagim bir kere yapalim dedim bu bana tokat atti bende sinirlenip ona tokat attim sonra iceriye yatak odasina surukledim zorla bagirmaya basladi agzini kapattim ve surekli sadece bir kere sokup cikaracam hosuna gitmezse gidebilecegini soyledim hayvan diye bagiriyor etraftan yardim istiyor imdat kurtarin beni kurtarin diye bagiriyordu her bagirmasinda agzina elimi bastiriyorum bir yandanda korkuyordum bogulur filan diye geri cekiyordum elimi baktim olacak gibi degil bunun agzina elimi bastirip salona goturdum muzik setinin sesini son ses actim istedigin kadar bagir lan artik dedim nitekim bagiriyordu ama emindimki bu sesi kimse duymayacakti…uzerindekileri zoraki yirta pirta cikardim bende soyundum bacaklarini zoraki acip sikimi dayadim amina , baktiki kurtulus yok aglamaya basladi ya lutfen yapma bak boyle sikismek istemiyorum birak gidim daha sonra kendi istegimle verecem sana soz diyordu bende sus amini siktigimin orospusu deyip amina hasirt diye soktum bu dayanamayip ciglik atti uzerinde gidip gelmeye basladikca ami islaniyordu ve bu benim isimi kolaylatiriyordu .ben artik tempomu arttirmis bagirttira bagirttira sikiyordum guzel tugbayi hala aglamasi devam ediyordu . aminda cikardim sikimi inanilmaz derecede islanmisti sikim sanirim bosalmisti ama agladigindan ve kurtulmaya calismasindan dolayi ben hissetmedim bosaldigini.sikimi gotunun deligine surtugumde bu nolur bari gotumden sikme daha once hic gotten yemedim cok acir diyordu bende cokta sikimde istersen geber acidan orospu diye bagirdim ve gotune sokmaya basladim ama bir turlu girmiyordu en az yarim saat ugrastim am sonunda girdi gotune tugba artik aglamaktan gozyasi bile dokemiyordu sadece hickiriyordu bende de artik dayanacak hal kalmadi gotune bosaldim. sonra kalkip sigara yaktim onada getirdim bir de su verdim icsin diye bu yatakta uzanmis agliyor du uzerini carsafla kapattim .konusmak istedim ama konusmadi benle bende biraz dinlen bi daha sikecem seni ama bu sefer sadece elimle degil dedim yuzune acayip bir korku ifadesi yerlesti sigaram bitti sikimi yalamasini soyledim hayir deyip itiraz etti tamam dedim icerden kalin bir sopa getirdim ya bunu amina gotuna sokarim yada agzina alirsin dedim , hic dusunmeden agzina aldi ayni porno filmlerdeki gibi yalayacaksin yoksa sopa dedim tamam dedi tipki onlar gibi yalamaya basladi acayip guzel somuruyordu orospu sikimin tamamini agzina aldi tam bosalacakken agzindan cikartip amina soktum bu sefer yavas bir tempoda sikiyordum yarim saat uzerinde gidip geldim bu arada tugba 4 kes bosaldi artik oda sevk aliyordu inliyor sirtima tirnaklarini geciriyor goguslerimin ucunu issiriyordu ben 15 dakika daha uzerinde gidip geldikten sonra cesme gibi bosaldim ve banyoya gittik beraber orada birbirimizi yikayip tekrar yatak odasina gecip birbirimize sarildik..bana bunu yapmamam gerektigini cunku bunun cok hayvanca oldugunu ama iyiki yaptigimi benim sayemde ilk defa orgazm yasadigini hemde defalarca yasadigini soyledi …bende boyle olmasni istemedigimi ama onun beni cok azdirdigini ne zaman onu gorsem amini sikmek istedigimi soyledim seni gorunce aklim basimdan gidiyor sadece sikim calisiyor dedim guldu bana hak verdi artik onu dusunup 31 cekmek yerine onu cagiriyorum ve sikiyorum.size bol sikisli gunler. (tecavuz denemeyen varsa mutlaka denesin acayip zevkli ve heyecanli) bu arada siktigim kizlarin %90 i tecavuz fantazisinden hoslaniyorlar erkeklerin dikkatine…Gönderen: Heel

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Ben 16 yasında balıkesır de oturan bır gencım o gun cok fazla azmıstım.okula gıttım bızım sınıfın en seksı kızı serap bugune kadar kac kısıyle sıkıstıgını kendısı bıle bılmıyodur bende hep onunla sıkısmeyı arzulardım ogun beden egıtımı dersımız vardı ısınma hareketlerı yaparken onumdeydı o hareketlerde izmir kiralık escort ben cok fazla tahrık olmustum.o soyunma odasına gıdınce bende anahtar delıgınden bakmaya basladım soyundu,soyundu,souyundu,ben ıyıce azdım. benı farketmıs olması lazım kı kapıyı actı tabıı benı gordu -sen ne yapıyosun dedıgınde ben hıçbısey dıyemedım we benı kzıların bulundugun soyunma odasına aldı.benım esortmanlarımı cıkardı benım uyuyan dev uyuyordu ben-uyuyan devı kaldırmasını soyledıgım de hıç yalamadan dırek yaramı gotune soktu ben sasırdım.ve gıdıp geldıkce bagırıyordu ve dıger kızlar bızı gordu.içlerınden bıtanesı-sıze katılabılırmıyım dedıgınde ben ucuyordumdıgerlerı cektı gıttı. ben sımdı 2 kızla beraber sex yapıyordum benım en buyuk fantazım kızı sutyenlı sıkmektı onu soyledıgımde cıkarmadılar ve ben serabın amına gıdıp geldıkce serap bagırıyordu.ve sonunda içine bosaldım.serap ne yapıcaz dedıgınde aldırırız dedım.ve o gunden sonra serap ve arkadasıyla beraber her hafta beden derslerınde sıkısıyoruz.d.i.p

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Sitede her kesin yaşamından kesitler vermesi ve diğer arkadaşlarla paylaşması güzel. bu siteyi hazırlayanlara teşekkür ederim. mesleğim gereği tüm turistik yöreleri geziyorum. iki gün önce pamukkaledeydim.merhaba sitede her kesin yaşamından kesitler vermesi ve diğer arkadaşlarla paylaşması güzel. bu siteyi hazırlayanlara teşekkür ederim. mesleğim gereği tüm turistik yöreleri geziyorum. iki gün önce pamukkaledeydim. ilk günümdü pamukkalede. daha yeni geldim ve arababı park ederken bir adam yanıma gelerek, pansiyon olduğunu ve ucuz olduğunu eger arzu edersem boş oda olduğunu söyleyerek, kartını bırakıp gitti. iki müşteriye uğradıktan sonra motele gidip kaydımı yaptırdım. kaydımı yaptırırken içeriye gelen iki bayana dikkatlice baktım. onlara baktığımı fark eden bayanın teki hafifçe gülümsedi. ve ben ona hitaben merhaba dedim. merhaba sözcüğüyle başlayan tanışmamız akşam yemeği ile devam etti. otelci benim onlarla birlikte olmadığımı bildiğini ve bu nedenle önce onların odalarına gitmelerini ve daha sonra benim odama çıkacağımı ve arzu ederlerse bir şeyler içmek için odama beklediğimi söyledim. tabiki bu fasıldan önce hayli kur yaptım ve onlarda karşılık verdiler hatta yemek yerken önce ayakkıbımı ayağımdan çıkarıp, masa altından ayağımı birinin ayağına değdirdim. o ses çıkarmayınca cesaretlendim ve ayağıma biraz daha yukarıya çakırdım ve yemek yediğimize izmir kaygılı escort dek ayayağımı bir kaç defa bal kutusuna değdirmiş oda bundan hoşlanmış olmalıki bacaklarını tam açmış ve böylece sağ ayağım tam hedefi buluyordu. şansım yaver gitmişti. çünkü onların oda numarası 12 ve benimki 11 di. anlayacağınız yanımdaki odada idiler. odaya çıktığımda onların şuh kahkahaları dışarıya kadar geliyordu ve odama girip önce duş alıp, yarı çıplak olarak odalarını tıkladım. kapı açıldı. onlara bir şeyler hazırladıığımı isterlerse odama buyurabileceklerini söyledim. adını özlem olduğunu öğrendiğim uzun saçlı, esmer tenli, 1.75 civarında boy sahibi olan “YO BİZ SENİ BEKLİYORUZ. GELİRMİSİN” dedi. odaya girdğimde aleyna odada yoktu.aleyna sarınşın bir izmir dilberi. aleynayı sordum banyoda oldğunu söyledi. ben özlemin yanına oturdum ve elini tutup yüzüne baktım. o beni sanki anladı ve gözlerimin içine bakıp haydi dercesine bakıyordu. ve ben önce elini tutup öptüm. öptüm ve hafifçe yaladım. elini çekmedi onunda bunu istediğini tahmin edip diğer elinide tuttum ve sağ elini ta koltuk altına dek öptüm. hiç olumsuz bir yanıt yoktu ve elimi açık göbeğine götürdüm ve hafifçe tişortundan içeri elim daldı ve tenini okşamaya başladım. ve oda yanıt vermeye başladı elini başıma götürdü ve saçlarımı okşamaya başladı. ve ben onun üstündeki tişortu çıkardım ve içeride pamuklu ve telli sütyeni vardı. önce memelerini öpmeye başladım ve arkasına geçtim. sırtını öptüm öptüm ve tam sütyenin hizasına geldiğimde çözdüm ve sırtının her noktasını öpüp yalıyorken elimde memelerini okşuyordu. hafiften inliyor gibiydi ve elim yavaşça külotundan içeri kaydı. ve artık amını okşuyordum. harikaydı. yumaşık ve sımsıcak ve biraz kıllıydı. evet buda beni tahrik etmeye yetti bile. ve onu öpmeye doyamıyordum dilim diliyle dans eder, ve elim amını okşarken banyo kakpısı açıldı ve içeriye aleyna içeri girdi ve çırılçıplaktı ve bizi önce seyretti. ben özlemle sevişirken aleyna tenimi okşuyor ve eliyle sikimi elliyordu. o tamamiyle kendini kaptırdı ve sırtını yere koyup başını iki bacağımın arasına koydu ve dikleşmiş sikimi yalamaya başladı. aleyna sikimi yalarken ben ve özlem sevişiyorduk. dudaklarımız ayrılmak istemezcesine sevişiyorduk.ön sevişmek bir saate yakın sürmüştü ve girip çıkmının dışında tüm güzellikleri yaşamıştık. dilim özlemin teninin milim milim yalıyordu ve memeleri gerçekten harikaydı. hem dolgun hem çok yumuşaklardı ve uçları ok ucu gibi dikleşmişlerdi ve dilim göbeğine gelince bir inlediki onu yazmaya kelimeler yatmez. ve dilim amına geldi. offff ya ben özlemin amını yalarken benimde sikim yalanıyrydu hemde neredeyse hepsi aleynanın ağzına girip çıkıyordu. ve aleyna birden bire döndü ve sikimi amına sürtmeye başladı. ben iki kadının arasındaydım ve bu harika bir şeydi. aleynanın amına değip giren sikimi birden çekip özelmin eline verdim. ve özlem alıp yalamaya başlladı ve birden bire alıp amına sokmak istedi. ben geri çektim. amacım ikisinide tahrikten öte tahrik etmekti. ve yapacağımı yapıyordum. penisimi özlemin bal kutusuna değdirirp çekerken birden bire içeri girdim ve özlemin o anki ahhhhhh deyişi (iki gün geçmesine rağmen kulaklarımda) harikaydı. ve girip çıkarken başımın hizasındaki aleynanın amını yalıyordum ve dilim onun içinde dans ediyordu. az sonra dilimin ıslandığını hissettim ve daha çok yalamaya başladım. veeeee özleme geliyoerum aşkım dedim. ve birden tüm varlığımı içine boşalttım ve harika sözlerinii duydum özlemden. aleynanın ağzımdaki amı harikaydı ve bırakmak istemiyordum zaten onunda kalkacağı yoktu ve daha çok başımı amına bastırıyordu. özlem altımdan kalktı ve pörsümüş sikimi öpüp teşekkür ediyordu. ve yeniden yalamaya başladı ve uyandırmaya çalışıyordu. az s onra yeniden dikleşen sikimi bu sefer aleyna eline aldı ve az önce elimden uçtun ama artık benimsin diyerek amına götürdü. ve onunda içinde dans etmeye başladı küçük aşkadamı. saat 24,00 başlayan sevişmemiz geçe 03.00 dek devam etti ve üçümüz birlikte duş aldık ve duşun altındaki son final ise tek kelime ile harikaydı. her zaman olduğu gibi. bu gün marmaristeyim ve daha sonra antalyaya gideceğim. acaba buralarda ne yapacağım. bir gelişme olursa sizlere yazacağımdan emin olunuz.

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Selam, ben aydın` dan amigo.size gectıgımız yaz basımdan gecen bi olayı anlatmak istiyorum.ben Kusadası turizm meslek lisesinde okumaktayım.aynı zamanda cıktıgım kızlada aynı sınıftayız.okul geregi yaz mevsiminde otellerde staj yapmak zorundayız.neyse hikayeye gecelim.oteller gittikten sonra askımla pek gorusememiştik.onu cok ozlemistim.ve cok arzuluyordum.onunla her gorustugumuzde yanlız kalıp sevişmeyi dusunuyorduk.ve her seferinde bi fırsat bulup yalasıyorduk.ama en sonunda izin gunlerimizi aynı gune denk getirdik.izinimizin bi onceki aksamı gıdıp adada bi pansiyona girdik.bizi almıcaklardı ama sansımıza girdik.2 izmir hatay escort kişilik bi oda aldik.hemen cıktık odaya.yataklar ayrıydı ve ben hemen birleştirdim.onun ustunde badi, altındada kot pantolon vardı.hemen yataga atladık açlar gibi.oda cok istiyordu.hemen soyunduk.o hemen benim dalgayla oynamaya baslamıstı.ve saksoya basladı.oyle guzel yalıyordu ki ucmusum.disleri deydirmeden yumusakca yalıyordu.delirdim ölüyordum.ee dedim dur bakalım sıra bende.o tazecik amını yalamaya basladım.süperdi zaten sinekkaydı traşlı.dilim amının üstünde kendiliğinden kayıyordu.bi 10 dakika kadar yaladım baktım coktan sulanmış onun amı.bende hemen bacaklarını açıp omuzuma aldım.hızlı hızlı gidip geldim.beni daha fazla tahrik edercesine inliyordu.biraz yavaş demeye başladı.hemen domalttım. got deligi ufaktı, cok zorladı ama arkoyla işi halletim.yinede cok bagırıyordu.ben tabi daha fazla tahrik oluyordum.götü cok sıkıştırınca zevkim tavana vurdu.gotün içine boşaldım.o az once bagıran kız şimdi bana “ne bu enerjin bu kadarmı?“dedi ben delirdim.ben ayaga kalktım kızım dur biraz dedim.uyandır baklım dedim kücük oglanı benim. hemen işe koyulduo hemen egildi yine dalgayı agzına almaya basladı.yaladı yaladı.bi 2-3 dakika yaladi benimki yine dimdik oldu.beni laf soyleyerek tahrik etmeye calısıyordu.ben yıne delirdim.bacakları ayırdım ama o hadi 69 yapalim dedi.69 a bi basladik işte o an bittim.yala yala bitmez bi tatlı vardı onümde.ama cok da yorulmuştum.durduk.yatakta oynaşmaya başladık.göğüslerini yalamaya başladım uclari zaten taş gibi.bide kalkık tabi.agzımda resmen ısırmaya başladım.oyle bir tat yoktu.emmeye başladım.somurdum somurdum.indim aşagılara gobek deligine dogru.daha aşagı indim yine amını yalamaya başladım.içine kadar soktun dilimi.sıcacıktı.o sıcaklıgı hissetikten sonra hemen yaragımı amına soktum.git gel git gel boşaldım yine. o geceyi hiç unutamadım.heralde bi dahada yasayamam oyle bir gece.umarım herkes yaşar. byeess Gönderen: stajer

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Ben Koray. Daha önceleri size hikaye yazmıştım. Şimdiki hikayem ise burdan tanıştığım bir hatunla ilgili. Sema beni eklemiş. Msn de ne olur beni azdır. Sen çok sikici bir erkeksin dedi ama hikayede yazdığım 24cm sikimi görmek istiyodu. Bende olur dedim kamerayı açtım gördüklerine inanamadı. Bu sikin muhteşemmiş falan dedi nese biz fantezi yapalım dedi bende onu boşaltana kadar burdan fantezi yaptık izmir aşık escort ona isterse bu işi gerçekten yapabiliriz dedim. Kendisi kızmış aslında sikişmek istiyomuş ama cesaret edemiyomuş bende eğer istersen seni mutlu edebilirim dedim. Buluşalım dedim kendisi ile fındıkzadede buluştuk daha sonra lalelide bi otele gittik. Sema 64 kilo ağırlığında 1.64 boyunda etine dolgun bi kızdı. Nette sormuştum. Nese otele yerleştik ben hemen işimize bakalım dedim. Üzerine bi kot üstünede tişört giymişti. Ben tuttuğum gibi dudaklarına asıldım. Harbiden azmıştı. Bakireydi ama sanki profesör gibiydi. Öpüşme ye yalama konusun da kitap bile yazardı. Semaya soyun dedim soyundu kilodu amının içine girmişti ve sırılsıklam olmuştu. Ben gerçekten amına koymamı isteyip istemediğini sordum. Oda önce yala dedi. Bende tamam diyerek yumuldum altımda yılan gibi bi oyana bi buyana gidiyodu. 69 pozisyonu alarak sikimi ağzına verdim. Balık etliydi ama çıtır dı. Amı mis gibi kokuyodu. Bu ter içinde kaldı buraya kadar geldik bişeyler yapalım dedim tamam götüme sok dedi olur dedim götü taş gibiydi zorla kanırttım içine girdim ağzıyla yorganı ısırdı ıhlayıp duruyodo ben götüne boşaldım bana söz verdi bi dahakine amımdan vercem dedi. Bende o gün sabaha kadar o amı yaladım… Varsa yalatmak isteyen [email protected]

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Selam.Bu hikayemi ist şişliden yazmaktayım.Ben evin tek kızı olarak çok şımarık yetiştirildiğimden dolayı erkeklere karşı olan ilgim azalmış hemcinslerime yönelmiştim.Neyse ben hikayeme geçiyim.Bizim apartmanda oturan Lale adında çok güzel bir kız vardı.Annelerimiz komşu olduğundan onlar bize gelir biz onlara izmir ahlaklı escort giderdik.Bu gidip gelmeler sırasında bende Lale ile konusur bazende şaka yoluyla el temasına geçerdim.Bu şakalaşmalar sonucunda Lale olayı anlamış olucak ki bana o can alıcı soruyu yöneltti.“İlayda sen lezbiyen misin“ dedi.Bende niye ki dedim.Görmuyor musun bi saattir şaka ile ellenmemiş yerimi bırakmadın dedi.Kalbimden vurulmuşa döndüm.ve evet ben lezbiyenim ve seni çok ama çok beğeniyorum dedim. Ve şok olduğum cevabı aldım.“Bende“zaten o gunden sonra olanlar benim aklımı basımdan almıstı.Bulustugumuz ilk gun Lale yi soyup o daracık amını yalamaya baslamıştım.Oda bu sırada bos durmuyor benım göguslerimle oynuyordu.Daha sonra pozisyon değiştirip 69 pozisyonuna geçtik.Bu sefer ikimizde zevkler içinde kıvranıyorduk.Ben kaçıncı kez boşaldıgımı hatırlamazken Lale ninde zevke geldiğini anlamıstım.Aradıgım insanı bulmanın huzuru ve zevki vardı içimde…Eğer sizde benimle hoşça vakit geçirmek istiyorsanız msn den konuşabiliriz.Gönderen: ilayda

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Andrew Dunbar had donned the kilt just two years after his first long trousers, and turned seventeen in the trenches of Flanders. It amazed him, sometimes, that he was there, for he had been odd man out among his four brothers. Among those feuding hoodlums in the slums of Glasgow, Andrew was timid and studious, and would as soon have spent his life in the Mitchell Library or the Art Galleries at Kelvingrove. A kindly recruiting-sergeant of the Black Watch, while people still had a peacetime idea of what kindness was, had told him he could be measured with his boots on, and cast a thoughtful eye towards the newspaper. So Andrew, whose worst enemies would never have called him slow on the uptake, got into the army with the Daily Mail for the 4th August 1914 wadded up inside his boots.

As he was so slight and unmilitary, but a very capable rifle shot, a benevolent company commander made the boy a sniper to keep him out of the violence, setting him on the path to more killing than most soldiers see. Two days in the autumn of 1915 saw all his brothers dead, three of them in a bad quarter of an hour on the Taupière redoubts, and himself sent to London to receive his Cross from the King-Emperor’s hand. When people called him lucky, he would always say he was a timid man, and that is how he learned that the naked truth can pass for modesty, if you tell it the right way.

With almost everyone he had known dead on the Taupière, Andrew’s closest friend, and usual companion in the almost umbilical partnership of sniper and observer, was a man whom most people took time to recognise as the giant he was. Staff-sergeant Colin Campbell Sime, born in Lucknow in the siege, had been a soldier two decades longer than regulations allowed. Most people wondered why an impeccable soldier, fearsome fighter, crafty wangler and staunch Army man like Ross, who should long since have made Regimental Sergeant-Major, had remained a sergeant. After all, it was only his peacetime rank, which he had held on the terrible retreat from Mons, as he carried three weaker men’s rifles for them, and the junior subaltern under his arm when he told it where drink was to be had. To casual inquirers Ross mentioned drinking and fighting, though never dishonesty, or disrespect to an officer of the crown.

Andrew knew the true story. On Prussian Guard day at Ypres, Colin Ross had scraped together a few remains of his own battalion, a few Indian Dogras and a couple of Gurkhas, and in his own words, ‘We gave the last wave the right aboot, and that Die Wacht am Rhein song, they’ll be singin’ it in Nepal yet.’ A week later Ross had politely refused an exhausted general’s order to summarily execute a deserter, because ‘There’s time for due process, sir, so it’s no’ lawful.’

Not a word went on Ross’s record, of course, for the lowliest subaltern could have told the general he had been saved from far worse trouble than the old man. The general, once in possession of his faculties again, was rumoured to know it. But Ross’s promotion and medal had evaporated, without a word admitted in principle. Andrew – and what was more important, every one of Ross’s regimental officers – thought a medal as big as a soup-plate would have met the case nicely.

On returning from leave, Andrew and Ross were told that their battalion had been moved, and they would have to remain where they were pending further orders. So they waited in Boulogne with some more men of various regiments who had returned from leave, spending their mornings doing fairly light fatigues. After lunch they would report to the Town Major’s office to have their leave passes datestamped and receive a chit for a further day’s rations and billet. This was the process by which crafty soldiers had been known to obtain an extra week’s leave, and often some travel around France into the bargain.

In the afternoons they were sent to mark targets on the rifle range, which for Andrew was not work at all. When his civilian sporting rifle was noticed, he was detailed to instruct a new draft, while Colin Ross was borrowed to teach drill to groups of colonial officers, whose experience had brought direct commissions as captains and majors while they still required a final polish in the military arts. They were planters, ivory hunters, Boer War irregulars, and on one joyous occasion a former rissaldar of Bengal cavalry who had bought his own ticket to London. Ross’s theory of discipline was strained by meeting so many old friends.

Andrew’s work at Boulogne unsettled him more than he could have explained. He could teach, all right, in the sense that he understood and could communicate all that he did. But he felt his lack of self-projection, his inability to draw the interest of people who were only marginally interested in what he had to give.

Like frustrated teachers everywhere, he blamed his students, and the system which had sent such people to war, even though blaming the system was a far less automatic response in those days illegal bahis than it has since become. But beyond all doubt, the quality of some of the battalions arriving in France was not what it used to be. When it came to shooting, they were disinclined to make an effort, and far too prone to blame their weapons. This gained little sympathy from Andrew, who had been well taught with a Japanese Arisaka rifle, of all things, and learned to like it very well. But when he took a new Lee-Enfield from its grease and put twenty-six shots into the four hundred yard target in one pounding, roaring minute, they took it for some kind of trick.

Compared with his original battalion, among the First Hundred Thousand and well leavened from the old regular army, the new men seemed resigned to horrors which Andrew in his day had hardly suspected, blind to the possibility that the man who studied his own survival might outlive those who did not. Some were the very best of good men, but without the inclination to be good soldiers. They were in the army from the highest of motives, most of them, but thought their duty discharged by being there and enduring what was to be endured. Many would die so uselessly and so soon, Andrew thought, that they were virtually stealing the labour of valued soldiers who had been detached to train them, and wasting the equipment they took to the earth with them.

Andrew was forgetting the men whom early death or wounds had weeded out of his own battalion – for bad soldiers get unlucky faster – and he was forgetting, through details like his resentment of petty discipline or his inability to keep step in drill, just how high his own standards in trench soldiering had become.

Once Andrew was witness to a quite astonishing tirade, by which a sergeant proposed to educate some new arrivals:

‘Now this ‘ere is your rifle, and the nature of your rifle is to be a man’s weapon. That is why yer fucking queer fellows, clever as they may be in musical comedies an’ that, don’t ‘ave no chance of becoming proficient in its use. Now it’s well known that your southern races an’ such are kind of suspect that way, to say it polite-like – if you want proof, look at the fuss they make about their bleedin’ masculinity, hey? Which is why good musketry is the preserve of your northern European peoples, see. Take our gallant allies the Froggies, now, I don’t deny as they can fight. Very nice field artillery they got, what you aim by doing sums an’ turning handwheels, an’ they don’t mind cold steel, just like them fucking ‘omosexualists will scratch each other’s bleedin’eyes out, see? But that don’t make ’em rifleman like what we are – or even like the Huns, for them barstards are at least northern Europeans. Now you’ll get dahn an’ fire ten rounds rapid, an’ you’ll understand why, if any of you young ladies puts a shot off the paper – she don’t need to waste no breath explaining nothing!’

Andrew stood numbed by the horror of it. It would have taken a lot to make him into a useless shot – but this, early in his military life, might have done it. For his own part, he taught his drafts that their lot was easier than it might have been, for rifle shooting was a rational science, the sole skill he knew in which achievement was precisely proportional to the amount of work put into it. But he would always remember the sergeant’s speech, as typifying the awful purpose of a man with an idea behind him. He did not think he knew any homosexualists personally, and had only the vaguest idea what they did, but for the moment at least, he was on their side. There were very credible rumours of a homosexual sergeant being killed on the Taupière, and Andrew knew the men had taken great care always to let him use the latrine alone, which was surely a mark of respect.

On the fourth morning they were sent by train to Étaples, there to be joyously reunited with their surviving comrades. Their battalion was in the process of amalgamation with another Black Watch battalion which had suffered badly at Loos, to be brought up to more or less full strength by the drafts of new men coming from Scotland.

This, above all other places, was where they realised that a great army is a society and as diverse as any other. The Bull Ring at Étaples was a training camp, which had been set up to give new arrivals their final preparation before going to the front. In theory it could have given the practical training, on war as it really was, which Andrew and his friends had lacked, but this opportunity was entirely thrown away.

The specialised courses were well-run, but they were for experienced soldiers, not the new drafts. Andrew was determined to be nothing but a sniper, so he got himself detailed for a course in demolition by explosives. Nothing, he felt, was so unlikely to find any application in France, where the problem was to get anything to stay up.

Far more than a technical school, though, the Bull Ring was a place where the function of drill and discipline illegal bahis siteleri had swelled to a monster, where merciless drill-sergeants seemed impelled to crush the last vestiges of civilian independence which any miscreant might try to smuggle up the line to the front. Andrew wondered whether the world actually needed the sort of men who became Bull Ring drill-instructors, and the presence of seasoned troops seemed only to incense them. Everybody hated them, just as everyone hated staff officers, munitions workers, or any others who had safe jobs and yet profited by war.

They did not know, of course, about Colonel Ronald Campbell, ex-O.C. Bayonets, who was to do such wonderful work on the farm which he ran as a convalescent home for shell-shocked men. There was a lot that they did not know. But disaffection hung about the place like a miasma, offending Andrew more than his ordeals at the hands of the instructors. Even the dunes along the coast were unsafe because of the sandbaggers, deserters living rough, who would murder a man for his rations or a few shillings. Two of them were court-martialled and shot while Andrew was there, and few pitied them.

Accounts of the Bull Ring mutinies, which came after Andrew’s time, have been greatly exaggerated: most men just took what was handed out to them, knowing it must come to an end. But they did not like it any the better for that, and reflected, as Andrew did, that they served in another army.

The men were not at all sorry when they entrained for all the perils of the front. They had no idea where they were going, till the train crossed the Belgian frontier and drew into Hazebrouk station, which was heavily congested with British military traffic.

‘Nae doubt aboot it,’ Ross judged. ‘We’re for Wipers again.’

‘Come on, Andy, there’s other places in Belgium.’

‘For seasoned troops, fresh frae six weeks’ rest?’

‘Aw Christ, the Bull Ring rest, he says?’

‘Naw, but the staff says. Staff work is that hard, they’d fair enjoy a wee go in the Bull Ring. If they could be spared, that is.’

They detrained in Poperinghe, just as before. But this time it was raining, on a day of unceasing light rain, which had long since soaked through the tents in which they would spend the night. It was still raining in the morning, when they tumbled out and stood shivering in their ranks for roll-call, and it still rained as they marched that dismal seven miles through Vlamertinghe and Ypres. The shell of the Cloth Hall was more mountain and less building now, the square empty, but amid all the added destruction of the last few months, some of the scattered cobble-stones still lay where he had last seen them.

He could recognise the re-entrant angle where he had once seen the tattered rags of a Belgian girl who had been selling postcards. He still had the postcard he had been buying as the salvo came in, folded in his paybook, together with the white feather which he had been handed by an English girl in Trafalgar Square, while he was illicitly wearing his first civilian suit. Perhaps the Belgian girl could have done the same, and it was only death that had made her sweet-natured and understanding forever. Or was that unjust? In Andrew’s experience, enthusiasm for slaughter seemed inversely proportional to the individual’s likelihood of ever experiencing it – which he could not call unreasonable, when he thought about it – and the Belgian girl must have lived her last months in considerable fear.

He really knew very little about girls. Once, when Andrew’s eldest brother Jimmy was alive, Andrew had forgotten someone’s advice to keep out of the barn where they were billeted, and he had heard sounds from the loft, which even the most naive of dwellers in Glasgow’s crowded tenements could hardly avoid recognising. Much later he had seen Jimmy and the bread-shop widow emerging from the building, the latter buttoning her blouse, and this worried him extremely, for they had only been there for two days, and released from duty for just over an hour. The widow had smiled so charmingly at the men as they marched past her shop, and Garn knew that it took weeks or months, at the very least, for a respectable woman to develop the kind of relationship which led to sexual feelings. He wondered if he should warn Jimmy that he was accidentally taking advantage of someone who must be feeble-minded. But he had learned that his advice was not always welcome.

Women, unless something was wrong, were undoubtedly more like Colin Ross’s niece Susan, a munitions worker and teenage suffragist in Camden Town. She and Andrew had spent some time alone together on his last leave, and yet there was a coldness about her. She seemed to relish talking about her ideas, and nothing else. Andrew knew very well that there were women who never had any ideas to talk about, and a man could do far worse than her. But he was not sure what, if anything, he wanted.

Ross’s prediction canlı bahis siteleri of the summer came true this time, for they marched straight along the Menin Road, dodging the splashing columns of G.S. wagons which had come out with the dusk, and occupied a position opposite the German stronghold of Hooge.

It was an unspeakable place. The Hooge chateau, on the right of the Menin Road, had been a British headquarters at First Ypres, until one divisional commander was killed and another wounded by shell-fire. Since then the chateau and its stables had been pounded to rubble, and several mines had been exploded by the brave men who tunnelled and laid charges in the ice-cold clay far below. The crater had each time to be taken and held against the counter-attack which always followed, sometimes to change hands several times. Meanwhile the area became saturated with drainage from the nearby Bellewarde Lake, making a morass of the kind into which the entire Salient would be pounded in two years’ time.

The triangle of craters, ruins and trenches had been fought over many times. Scarcely any excavation did not turn up its bodies, and even the mud itself was infected with the corruption of decaying flesh. Any object or garment which touched that mud became imbued with a pestilence which could kill as surely as steel, in contact with even the most trivial of wounds, and some held that the bacteria even floated on the air. It was only some civilian’s rumour that air friction rendered a bullet sterile. Many of those bodies were heavily charred from the flame-thrower attack of the 30th July, and at a certain level, buried by the shelling which had followed, everything they turned up bore the mark of fire.

The wretchedness of the Hooge trenches was indescribable. Some of them were lines of linked shell-holes, only deep enough to crouch in, and the lines were sometimes so close together that they could hear the Germans conversing in their guttural, slurred speech. Where there were continuous trench-lines, they soon became knee-deep rivers of flowing water and mud, which the eternal concussion of shellfire pounded into a more penetrating slurry than any farm-ditch back home.

There they fought a brutal war of minor attacks and counter-attacks, sometimes with tacit and ephemeral truces which were more unnerving than open hostilities, from the certainty that they would be broken by trench-raid or grenade. No Man’s Land was so dangerous, even at night, that the dead of six months lay unburied in some of the shell-holes, home and sustenance to the septic-toothed rats, which sought to augment their body warmth with the warmth of decay.

Pip the colonel’s fox-terrier, with the hair grown back white on the shrapnel-wound in his neck, would have killed rats all day if they had let him. But this Colonel Cameron would seldom allow, knowing the danger a rat-bite in that place would bring. Sentiment apart, the dog was a born sentinel, who could tell Germans from British by smell, and knew his enemy. Andrew kept his cartons of Eley 9mm. ammunition for serious practice, but when someone gave him the contents of a dead German officer’s pouches, he laid ambushes with his pistol and shot every rat he saw. In the trenches at Hooge, it was about as much as he was good for. But it was a waste of effort to shoot just one or two, he told himself, since they at once became food for other rats.

It was the worst winter of the war, and not only because the weather was the most severe in living memory. There was none of that optimism for a new offensive in the spring, which had characterised the winter of 1914-15. Even in rest areas, the troops had long since given up singing that unholy old chorus which went:

We beat them on the Marne,
We beat them on the Aisne,
And when this winter’s over,
We will beat them once again.

There would be other winters of crushed hopes. But in those, the army would be better adapted to coping with the miseries which cold and wet piled upon those of other seasons. There were a few cases of frostbite, but not many; the men failed to agree whether this was due to the anti-frostbite preparation which reached them in 2-lb. tins. It was mostly animal fat, presumably, since it was labelled ‘Not for issue to Indian troops’, and orders stated that it had to be applied by an N.C.O. Needless to say Andrew never saw that done, although he heard many a joke on the subject, and so did the N.C.O.s. It burned quite well in a crude lamp, and the whale-oil which replaced it was even better.

Far more common than frostbite was trench feet, a festering necrosis of tissues which had become swollen by putrid water and deprived of circulation by tight boots and cold. It was said that trench feet was caused by inadequate care – by low morale, ultimately, and the Black Watch had gone a long way down that accelerating spiral since April. But Andrew equated that opinion with General Harper’s assertion that no man had ever been killed by the bayonet unless he had his hands up first. While Andrew, who knew his business very well, would have backed any good firearm against cold steel, he had too often seen the latter used in desperate combat to accept a similar dismissal of trench feet.

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Dee and I were lying in bed one Saturday morning, just being lazy. We were watching cartoons of all things. One of the characters had the dilemma of choosing between two girls. He went back and forth between the two, and in the end, he was alone. I laughed.

“I don’t see why he just didn’t pick one,” I said.

“Maybe he couldn’t choose. They might both have good qualities.” she replied.

“But one has to be better.” I said

“But deciding which one is better might be hard.”

“No, not if you know what you want.”

“But what if you don’t? I’m just saying…”

“So what if you had to choose between…”

I couldn’t finish the sentence; she cut me off with a kiss.

“Look, why are we talking about this cartoon like it means anything? I know that I’d choose you, no matter who else was an option.” she said, giving me a quick kiss.

“You better,” I said, smiling.

She kissed me again and I forgot all about the conversation. She can always say things like that and give me a quick kiss to make me forget any type of bad feeling I have. We spent the rest of the day at home lounging around. And though she said that she wouldn’t have a problem with choosing me, I couldn’t help but question it a few weeks later.

*

We were eating lunch one day. We were having a wonderful time. I was laughing because she had spilled some soda on her shirt. She giggled as she wiped it off, then she looked up. I watched as her expression changed completely. She looked as though she’d seen a ghost.

“What is it baby?”

Before she could answer me, I heard the reason she looked that way. A voice from behind me said her name, and something told me that I wouldn’t like the person it belonged to.

Dee looked up and whispered on word:

“Mellissa” she said.

I knew from the way she said it and the look on her face that it was the same Mellissa that had broken her heart years ago. She’d hurt my baby. And though I’d never even seen her, I hated her.

A few seconds later, a woman stood next to our table with her eyes focused on Dee. She spoke without even acknowledging me.

“Daphne! How’ve you been? You look wonderful.” she said

“I’m fine. You look good, too Mel.” said Dee

“Can I get a hug?” she said, her arms open.

Dee stood and gave her a hug. Then she turned to me.

“James, this is Mellissa. Mellissa, this is my girlfriend Jaime.” she said, grabbing my hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, “You are a lucky woman.”

She shook my hand and smiled at me, but I could see that she wasn’t happy to meet me. Something told me that she wished Dee was hers again. She could wish all she wanted, but Dee was with me. I wouldn’t hesitate to tell her that if the need arose.

She had her hand behind Dee’s back. She brought it back around, and she had Dee’s phone in it. See, Dee keeps her illegal bahis cell phone in her back pocket. So Mellissa had to have reached into her pocket to get it. Knowing she had her hand that close to my girl’s ass pissed me off. But I remained calm.

“I’ll put my number in your phone. Here, put yours in mine.” she said, handing her phone to Dee.

Dee put her number in her phone while Mellissa looked at her like she wanted to lay her over the table we’d been eating on. She gave Dee another hug then said her farewells.

She looked at me with a look that told me that she had no intention on just disappearing. I really didn’t like this girl.

“You take care of her…she’s a wonderful woman.” She said, looking all nostalgic. I wanted to slap her.

She left and I wanted to explode, but I let Dee talk. She could see the look on my face and knew that I wasn’t pleased.

“Baby, don’t worry about her. She’s like that, really flirty. But I’m with you, and no one else. She understands that.” she gently held my face with her hand.

With her looking in my eyes like that, all of the anger I felt at Mellissa disappeared…but not permanently.

*

Just as I suspected, Mellissa didn’t go anywhere. Turns out she had transferred to our school that semester and planned to finish her degree there. She was always around, giggling and smiling. I hated that shit. But, I trusted Dee. She was my girlfriend, and that was enough to ease my mind.

But Dee and Mellissa were becoming better friends than I would have liked. It seemed that Mellissa was always around, in my home, on my couch, on my phone, and worst of all, with my girl. Dee was MY girl! She was trying to take her. I could see it in the way she laughed at Dee’s jokes, or hugged her goodbye. I could hear the want in her voice when she said Dee’s name.

She didn’t even call her Dee. “Daph” she’d say: “Daph, wanna go to the movies?” or “Daph, that’s a cute shirt.” I wanted to smack her.

And even with all of this obvious flirting, Dee seemed oblivious.

“I told you, she doesn’t feel that way about me anymore. She told me so,” Dee said as we lay in bed, “She’s just kinda flirty, and always has been.”

“KINDA flirty?” I said, “Dee, she may as well have unzipped your pants!”

“You’re exaggerating.” She said

“No I’m not. Dee I see that look in her eye.”

“There is no look, baby. And even if there were, she doesn’t mean what you mean to me.” she said

“Why won’t you believe me?” I said, propping myself up on one arm

“And why are you worried? I’m sure there are girls that want you, but I don’t let it get to me.” she said

“Dee, when I look at you, I feel so happy to be with you. I see what a wonderful person you are. Don’t you think she sees what I see? Don’t you think she wants do be with you? I’m sure that plenty of girls want you, but illegal bahis siteleri none of them have the history you two have. Baby, I just don’t want…”

Once again, she cut me off with those wonderful lips. She held my face with both hands and looked into my eyes.

“Baby, I know her. And I love you. I wouldn’t dream of being with her, or anyone else but you. You are my world, and no one is going to change that.”

And once again, my mind was at ease.

*

I let myself forget about Mellissa until one day a few weeks later. I was walking across the quad when I saw Dee and Mellissa walking ahead of me. Of course, I sped up to catch them. I realized when I was just a few feet behind them that they were arguing. I backed away a little and just listened to them.

“But Daph baby, you know you want to.” Mellissa said, trying to touch Dee.

“No I don’t. I can’t believe this shit.” Dee said, speeding up.

Dee pushed her hand away. I was so happy to see her do it, but I was still pissed that she hadn’t listened to me all along.

“So what about all that flirting you were doing?” she said, speeding up as well.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t flirted with you. James and I are hap…” Dee said as Mellissa grabbed her arm and forced her into a kiss.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I saw red. I knew for certain now that my suspicions had been true all along.

“Leave her alone, Mellissa.” I said, trying to keep my voice below a scream.

Both of them turned to look at me. Mellissa had a stupid smile on her face. Dee looked terrified.

“Oh don’t worry, Jaime. I’ll take good care of her now.” she said, grabbing Dee’s waist.

Dee quickly broke away from her and ran to me.

“Baby, it’s not…”

I shot one look at her, and she was silent. Then I turned to Mellissa.

“Look, just leave us alone. She obviously doesn’t want to be with you.”

“I don’t have to do…” started Mellissa, but Dee cut her off

“Stay away, Mellissa.” she said. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”

Mellissa just called us both bitches and left. Immediately, Dee started talking.

“James, baby. I…”

I was so mad—not only at Mellissa for trying to steal my girlfriend—but at Dee for not recognizing it. I couldn’t help my anger, and though I knew Dee wasn’t the person I should shut out, I did it anyway.

“Why the hell didn’t you stop her?” I asked

“I..”

I didn’t hear the rest of her sentence. I had already turned and gone the other way. I didn’t want to hear her voice right now. I was too upset.

“James…James…Jamie!” she called after me, but I ignored her.

I ran to my car and went home. Dee showed up ten minutes after I got there. I was sitting, pretending to watch TV, fighting tears. Dee walked in, and I didn’t want to cry in front canlı bahis siteleri of her. I got up to leave, but Dee was too quick for me. She crossed the room and grabbed my shoulders.

“Baby, listen to me.” she said, I could hear the strain in her voice. She was close to tears too.

“I knew it! I could see it! I told you! But you didn’t listen!” I said, the tears flowing now.

I pounded her shoulders as I spoke, she just hugged me.

“I know baby, and I’m so sorry.” she said

I tried to break from her grip, thrashing in her arms. She wrapped her arms around mine, holding me tight while I feebly jerked about. She was so much stronger than me, I knew I couldn’t escape her.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” she said over and over again, each time, kissing away tears.

And even through my tears, her kisses felt like heaven. I melted into the feeling of her lips.

“I’m so sorry…I didn’t know…I should have listened.” she said

She felt my body soften and loosened her grip on me. I leaned into her. She held me steady.

“I love you so much, baby. I don’t want anything to come between us.” she said.

“I love you too…” I said “I was just so mad. She…” I was beginning to well up again.

She kissed me again. And the anger I felt for Mellissa was put on hold.

“I know baby. I hate myself for putting you through this.” she said, kissing me deeply.

Soon, we stopped talking and focused on kissing. She pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. I knew that she was trying to put everything she was feeling into that kiss. She succeeded. She picked me up and brought me to the bed. She placed me down gently and began taking off my clothes, feathering my body with light kisses. When she finished, she came back up to look into my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but she silenced me.

“Shhh…Just let me” she said, kissing each eyelid.

She kissed my lips softly, and then made her way down. She peppered my abdomen with caresses and continued down my body.

“I love you so much baby.” she said before lowering her mouth onto me.

It was so gentle, so soft. Every time she touches me, it’s always just right. This time was no exception. She lightly glided over my skin, and I could only sigh in appreciation. My hand went to her hair. I ran my fingers through the locks, loving the fact that they belonged to her, that I was the one with my fingers in her hair, not Mellissa.

When I came, I could only whimper to her, my breath coming in short pants. I wanted to scream, but my breath caught in my throat.

“Ooooh…” I said, feeling the orgasm come over me

Dee laid down beside me and pulled me close.

“I’ll never let that happen again baby, never again.” she said as I lay on her chest.

When she held me close, I knew that I was safe. I knew that what she was saying was true, and I knew that I wanted an eternity with her.

Mellissa called once more, but Dee immediately set her straight. She hasn’t bothered us since. In a way, I think it was good that Mellissa came, she made our relationship that much stronger.

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Part one tells of how I stole a wrist watch from my mum’s boss, in order to pay off a credit card bill. I was found out, and had to pay penance in more ways than one.

*****

I arrived at Mr Campbell’s on Wednesday morning at 9am, complete with the wrist watch I’d redeemed from the pawn shop. It was a surprise to see Sofie already there. She told me that Mr Campbell had summoned her to help me clean the playroom.

“Good morning Miss Ellie,” Mr Campbell welcomed me with his deep, severe voice. “You have the watch?”

I handed it over, looking suitably meek.

“Thank you, I will leave you and Sofie to get the playroom sorted, I have a small get together here on Saturday, I need it looking pristine. If you finish early, Sofie has some entertainment for you.”

And with that he left.

“Let’s get on with the cleaning first, sort that, and then I can fill you in on a few things, now that I know a bit more about why you’re involved with Eric.”

That made me wonder. I wanted to know how Sofie was involved with Mr Campbell, or Eric, as she called him.

The playroom took a couple of hours to completely clean it. Not a pleasant task, with dried semen, tissues, and used condoms, but eventually it looked absolutely fine, and with perfumed aerosols we left it in good order.

“Let’s make coffee and we can talk,” Sofie said, so after we’d got our mugs, Sofie led the way into the lounge. I noticed that she had picked up a couple of remote controls before joining me on one of the long leather sofas.

She began the conversation. “I know Eric has a bit of a hold on you, with the watch thing. He likes to be in a strong position with employees. You must be worried about how it’s going to work out?”

Sofie seemed to be opening up, so I tried to be honest with her.

“Yes, I really don’t know. I’ve actually had sex with him because I felt under threat.”

“Yes I know you have. He has a hold over me because he brought me to this country illegally, and he can turn me in at any point. I came here with Nadia, my older cousin, and I’m afraid we have both had to give our bodies to others to remain here.”

I shivered slightly. “Do you think he will make me do that?”

Sofie looked at me closely.

“I’m going to be completely honest with you Ellie, he’s told me to explain exactly that to you. Eric says that you have a debt to repay, and it will be repaid over the duration of your holiday from university, and I’m to prepare you for ‘entertaining’ friends, and clients.”

This time I did shiver.

Sofie reached for the remotes. “Eric gave me some DVDs this morning, he wanted you to get an idea of how he ‘entertained’ clients.”

The tv screens lit up, and my whole body tensed, what on earth was I going to see.

As was Mr Campbell’s style, the video began with music playing into a title page, ‘Nadia Entertains Friends.’

“This is my older cousin, it was her first men only party, and she was extremely nervous. I was there too, to help encourage her, I knew what it was like because I’d done a similar one the week before.”

As the title page dissolved, a blonde woman, in her thirties, dressed in a tight, low cut dress, blindfolded, stood at the door to the playroom. By her side stood Sofie, holding her hand.

As the music continued, Sofie opened the door, and led Nadia through into the playroom. The scene cut to the room, and with some cheering, it showed a half a dozen men gathered around the leather bed in the centre.

Sofie led her cousin slowly to the side of the bed, where she left her. She probably wondered what was illegal bahis about to happen, but soon found out. Two men, on either side of her, began to run their hands over her breasts and ass.

To her credit, Nadia didn’t appear to react, but within a very short time her dress had been removed. The two guys soon had her completely naked apart from her blindfold, and she was placed on her back across the leather bed.

Straightaway one of the guys knelt down to perform oral sex on her. For the first time I heard a moan picked up by one of the microphones that were above the bed.

Then there was a flurry of activity in the room. All of the men were stripping out of their clothing, some were hard already, and as the guy eating her pussy got up, one of the guys who was erect jumped in and pressed his cock against her pussy, and with a shove he was inside. You could hear Nadia cry out something in another language, as he started to thrust.

Both Sofie and I watched in silence as the guys took it in turns to fuck her. Some of them pushed their cocks into her mouth, and one of them started to cum. His spunk half shot into her mouth, and the rest was in dribbles over her cheeks, and chin.

When Nadia was being fucked by the third guy we saw her cum, she became quite animated, her body shaking, and then, as if by coincidence, Sofie’s mobile rang, and it was Nadia!

Sofie began talking animatedly in Russian, or a similar language, obviously telling Nadia that we were watching her on DVD. After a few seconds the phone call ended, and Sofie said to me, “Nadia’s coming round, she wants to meet you, and tell you about what we’ve just been watching.”

At that moment, one of the guys on screen started to cum. We heard him grunting, and watched him bury himself in Nadia’s pussy, and hold himself there, until he withdrew his cock.

We could see it was glazed with semen, and still dribbling spunk.

Another guy took his place and had got Nadia on all fours, so that he was fucking her doggy style.

We’d been watching all this for what seemed ages, when finally Nadia arrived. It seemed slightly bizarre saying hello to her in person, while all three of us were glancing at the screens.

“In a thick accent Nadia said, “Oh my god,” simultaneously as she was shouting, “oh my god,” on screen, as she came yet again.

“You know that that was my first time Ellie? I had never had more than one man at a time before. Are you going to do this?”

I looked at Sofie, my face told her that I hoped not. With a soft voice she said, “It’s very likely Ellie, that you will have to give yourself to a group of men. Eric is very turned on when he edits ‘gangbangs.’ To be really honest he gave me this DVD to break you into the idea more gently, rather than just making you do it without warning.”

I was quiet for a moment, my thoughts racing, wondering if I should bale out now, face the consequences of my stealing the watch, perhaps accuse Mr Campbell of blackmail. And then I looked up at the screen again, Nadia was still being fucked after over an hour. Was I prepared for that?

The slightly shocking thought though, was that I might enjoy it, my pussy was actually soaking from being aroused by watching Nadia.

Sofie spoke again, “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I might do it, will you be there? When will it be? How many men will there be?”

Nadia smiled, “Sooner than you think Ellie. There are four guests arriving tomorrow, and Sofie and I have to ‘entertain’ them tomorrow evening, and they are to be promised a ‘gangbang virgin’ for Friday morning. That’s illegal bahis siteleri you when you come in for work on Friday.”

“Oh god…ok, I guess I’ll get my head round it.”

There was a cry from the tv screen as Nadia was cumming again, followed by the sound of two men delivering spurts of semen over her breasts. Finally the DVD came to an end, with a spunk covered Nadia smiling into camera.

I went home in a very nervous state of mind. My bodies’ reaction was telling me that I wanted it, my pussy was twitching, but my logic was warning me of complications.

Mum knew that something was wrong, and on Thursday evening she said to me, “You’ve got involved at Mr Campbell’s haven’t you?”

She could tell from my non reply that she was right.

“What is it? Has he forced you to have sex with him? Tell me.”

Of course I said nothing, I said there wasn’t any problem, and that I just wasn’t enjoying the cleaning work.

“Well whatever it is you’re not telling me everything. You obviously don’t want to go to work tomorrow. Stay at home, I’ll phone Eric and tell him you’re sick, if he really wants his cleaning done then he can let me go and do it, instead of going into the office.”

“No, don’t do that, I’m ok, honest, there’s nothing wrong, I promise you.”

But mum knew there was. She picked up her mobile, and went into the kitchen to speak to Mr Campbell.

“Please, please, it will be alright,” I shouted, but it was too late. Mum shut the kitchen door, and all I could hear were a few words of muffled conversation.

The phone call went on for some minutes, but eventually mum reappeared, with a face as black as thunder.

“Stupid girl, I told you what he’s like, and now you’re deep into his web of very dodgy dealings. Well, I’ve sorted tomorrow, but you’ve still got to finish your cleaning job until you’re back at uni in a few weeks. He wouldn’t tell me what hold he has over you, but he said that once you’ve finished at the end of the holidays, that’s it.”

I was just relieved that mum hadn’t found out about my stealing the watch, and my credit card debts, but I did wonder whether Sofie or Nadia would have to take my place tomorrow, they might not be very happy.

The next morning I stayed in bed. Mum had ignored me for the rest of the evening, the night before, and she had gone to work before I surfaced. I didn’t do a lot for the rest of the day, and the weekend passed with an air of tension between us.

However, Monday finally came, and I was really nervous again about going to work. Mum gave a curt ‘goodbye’ when I left, and as I approached Mr Campbell’s house I could see his car in the drive, and I knew that he was still at home. My stomach churned.

“Come in Miss Ellie, I hope you’re feeling better.” Mr Campbell’s voice was making my heart flutter again.

“I was disappointed that you couldn’t entertain those guys, but they weren’t let down. I edited my usual DVD over the weekend, you can watch it later if you wish, after your cleaning.”

“Yes, just to see what I missed.”

The humour was lost on Mr Campbell, so I got on with my chores.

He left a short while afterwards, leaving me the remote and my wages from the previous week, even paying me for the Friday I hadn’t been there.

I completed my usual routine of the kitchen and lounge, and as I worked I wondered if Nadia had filled in for me on Friday, or even Sofie perhaps. I finally sat down on one of the sofas, and grabbed the remote.

The usual intro came onto the screen, Mr Campbell style, the orchestral music playing before the title page. canlı bahis siteleri The title page was a slight surprise, ‘Miss Ellie’s Substitute’.

I wondered why my name was even mentioned if I wasn’t in the video.

It then became too obvious. The scene was, of course, the playroom, and in there were a group of five men. They were all speaking in a foreign language, and they were dressed casually in shirts and trousers, and drinking what looked like whisky from cut glass tumblers.

The door to the playroom opened, and to a loud cheer, and much excitement, in walked a woman, blindfolded as was the usual manner, dressed in a tight crimson dress. It was clear from the back view that she was a mature woman, but not Nadia as I expected, and certainly not Sofie who wasn’t much older than me.

One of the guys approached her, and unzipped her dress, and allowed it to drop to the floor. Underneath she wore a black bra, black panties, and black hold ups. Her crimson high heels contrasted with her lingerie.

As the guy squeezed her breasts encased in her bra, another of the group pushed his hand down the front of her panties to feel her pussy. At that moment she let out a groan, and turned her head…it was my mother!

Immediately I stopped the DVD and froze, I was numb, and totally in shock. My mum had taken my place to save me from being gangbanged. I was horrified, but I was trying to rationalise all sorts going on in my mind.

Why? Why was she doing it?

It took a few seconds to compute, and to realise that Mr Campbell had some sort of hold over her too.

Tentatively I pressed ‘Play’ once again.

I watched as my mother had her bra and panties removed, and was laid on her back, on the bed, in only her hold ups, and the blindfold.

Three of the guys had stripped, and had substantial erections. Within a few moments one of them was between her thighs, and pressing his cock into her pussy.

Still shocked, I watched her gasp, and stared fascinated as my mother was fucked rapidly by this stranger, his buttocks thrusting up and down.

I realised my hands were clenched in concentration, my mouth was dry.

“God,” was all I muttered to myself, as I saw the guy’s buttocks hesitate, before they plunged downwards one last time, as he came inside my mum.

And then a second guy took his place, while another pushed his cock into her mouth.

My mum’s body was shaking as the two guys used and abused her. After some minutes the guy with his cock in her mouth removed it, and proceeded to wank, until he squirted his spunk over her mouth and face.

I saw her tongue licking the spunk from her lips, and my eyes widened even further when the licking changed to a cry of pleasure as she started to cum. The guy fucking her got the message too, he grunted, shuddered, thrust harder, and emptied himself into mum’s cunt.

I couldn’t watch anymore. Not only was I watching my mother having sex, but having sex with several men was too much. I fast forwarded until near the end, and was staggered again by looking at the time lapse which said that she had been fucked for over an hour. When I pressed ‘Play’ again to see the last few minutes, I watched the last guy cumming inside her, and then as they left her laying, head back, breathing heavily on the leather bed, I saw how shattered she was.

Covered in spunk, semen oozing from her pussy, the sex fluid of five men spattered everywhere.

Slowly she got to her feet, and Sofie appeared to support her, as she walked delicately from the playroom.

Turning it off for the final time, I sat stunned, trying to take it all in. Would my mother realise I knew? That I’d watched her. How had she seemed so ‘normal’ over the weekend? And how would I have managed it?

How will I manage it when it’s my turn, as it surely will be?

TBC.

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