"I hope everything is to your satisfaction, Sir?"

"Oh, yes.. thank you very much," I smiled, stepping into the cell to inspect the goods. Everything was exactly to my specifications. But then, at these prices, one expects a First Class service.

"Then, I'll leave you two alone." The host nodded and closed the door behind me.

She looked Eastern-European. Romanian, maybe? I love those sleepy, blue-grey eyes on those kind of girls. They always look so sad: so innocent.. and yet somehow they seem to know about suffering. Maybe it's just my imagination..?

She has long, red hair, parted in the middle and fixed into two long plaits tied with blue ribbon. Just like my 9-year old daughter's best friend, Emma.

Emma comes to my house several times for sleep-overs with my daughter. I remember that time coming home from work early one day to find Emma alone in the lounge, absorbed by the TV. Flat on her stomach, propped up on her elbows; knees bent and her bare feet kicking innocently in the air behind her. I imprinted that image into my memory and it became a favourite masturbation tool for a long time; the thought of what I might have done if there had been no consequences- if my daughter had not walked in right behind me at that moment..

I smiled at the girl in front of me.

"Hello, sweetheart- from now on your name is Emma."

She looked at me with fearful curiosity. I know the dumb, little fuck couldn't understand a word I was saying

She's wearing braces on hr teeth. An odd kink, but I find the slight goofiness of her over-bite quite endearing. I didn't want her gagged.

She is dressed scantily in tight, white t-shirt and denim shorts cut high on the hips. Her skinny, white legs taper down to bare feet. The poor thing is tied down to a chair. Straps at her wrists, waist; legs propped up on a T-bar, strapped mid-calf.

She's begging me. I can't understand a word that comes out of that pretty mouth; but I love that accent- the way she sobs and cries so pitifully as I caress one slender ankle. My cock stiffening satisfyingly as I admire the wrinkles on her milky-white soles; her juicy, round heel and plump, squirming toes with their pink, glittery nail-polish.

I fondle her foot, lovingly and press my nose and tongue against he sole. Between licks and wet kisses I speak to her gently, though I know she cannot understand me. "Oh Emma, I've paid a lot of money for you, and now I'm gonna make sure I get my money's worth.. There is absolutely nothing you can do, you poor thing. I'm gonna have such fun with you.."