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Shazia awoke by the sound of banging iron gates, she opened her eyes staring at the lizard above her mattress, the small beam of sunlight shining through a letterbox sized window, Shazia had to adjust her eyes to where she at. The gate banging became louder as finally a brighter light came into her cell as the door opened. The police officer, with his thick moustache and grimy grin standing over her whipping he ass with his cane whilst instructing her assertively to get up.
Shazia jumped off the mattress in shock and fear, she looked down at herself and her new prison attire which was simply two rags covering her modesty. The officer turned her around, and placed a further rag over her eyes and then attached shackles connecting her wrists and ankles before he led her outside. She felt the hot scorching sun on her skin, her feet walking along the dusty gritty ground below her, she could hear in the background the sound of cheering men. The guard stopped walking her and removed her blindfold
She looked around at the mini coliseum style yard, the sits fully occupied by about 30 dirty village males who were cheering and getting excited. Shazia was confused and worried about what was going to take place. She looked at the guards who were taking their seats with the audience. The men were close to her, approximately 5 feet away, just a stringy rope between them and her. The guard began the countdown and Shazia’s heart started to beat as she looked around for some indication that she was safe.
The bell rang and then shoots of freezing cold water via hoses were fired at her held by various people from the audience. The powerful jet streams of these fire hoses were enough to make Shazia lose her balance, her nipples were rock hard from the icy water and the two rags were starting to come loose from the force of the sprays. Her ragged bra was the first to come loose, Shazia’s 32DD natural boobs were already straining the makeshift outfit so this extra pressure was easily assisting in its escape. Shazia grabbed the rag and held it tight over her breasts, but the skirt was slowly coming loose as the men were strategically targeting the lower half of her body as some sort of sport they had regularly played.
Finally the rag known as her skirt came loose and Shazia was torn between which to try and protect as the shackles didn’t allow her to do both, in complete confusion Shazia went to grab her skirt but lost her rag bra and was too late for the skirt. The hoses stopped as the men cheered in excitement, Shazia felt humiliated and looked towards the guards who were enjoying the show, a couple even filming the ordeal on their mobile phones. The main guard came into the ring, shouting something to the crowd in Urdu which she could not really understand but soon gaged it was a quiz style question and as individual members of the crowd were answering correctly they came into the ring standing beside her. In total 6 men entered the ring, all low class villagers smiling at her and staring all over her firm fair toned body.
The guards came in to the ring with three buckets all with two sponges and ran out before the bell was rung and then the “cleaning” commenced. Shazia was shocked by the force of the men as they all grabbed the soapy ice cold sponges and began to drenching her in suds. Most of the men concentrating on her pussy; ass and breasts, Shazia was struggling to keep her balance as these men pushed; pulled and shoved her around like a doll, she then fell to the ground, but the men didn’t stop and climbed on her touching her body all over. This lasted only 5mins but felt like hours as she felt fingers inserted in her pussy and ass, one man licking her pussy clean. The bell finally rang and the men like well trained dogs stood up to the cheer of the crowd. The buckets were then tipped over her and then the men ran out just in time before the hoses began to rinse the soapy suds off of her.
The hoses stopped and Shazia laid there in the scorching Pakistani sun as she looked over to see the men slowly leaving all very happy for their days entertainment. The sun was drying Shazia’s wet body fast and by the time she was dragged up by the guards she was completely dry. She was re-blindfolded and taken back to her cell, hearing the screams of other women who were about to be taken for their “daily wash”. Finally back in her cell, her blindfold and shackles were removed and the two rags were thrown to her. She quickly put them on to cover her overexposed body in full view of the police officer.
“You are a hit Shazia” he said in broken English
“How do you mean?” said Shazia still unaware of how she ended up in prison
“It is rare we get an English Pakistani girl in these prisons, men from all over the country are excited. The locals queued for nearly 5hrs, but from tomorrow the city men will be here and will pay to see you so those men today were very lucky!” He gloated in excitement
“Pay?” asked Shazia shocked that she had become a circus attraction
“Yes Shazia, the Governor has seen a business opportunity with you, we will all get a nice bonus too and some of the profit will go towards the guards and officers having a new television in our staff room so we can watch cricket!” He laughed
“When can I leave here? I want a solicitor” shouted Shazia
“Ha Ha! This is not England, you have no rights here Shazia! You will be questioned for your crime soon, but don’t expect the Governor to be speedy he has bookings for your shower for the next 6 weeks!” laughed the officer as he left the cell, being sure to spank her before he left with his cane on her firm tight but round ass.

Two weeks past with Shazia giving shower shows to rich business men, this time they were served food and placed under shaded umbrella’s whilst a couple of selected men from the village would do the honours with the hoses and sponges. Occasionally a random businessman would request to be involved in the sponging but in the main they were solely there as the audience. As they were paying customers the show was extended with a few tricks like squirting the hose in her pussy or rubbing ice cubes on her nipples to get them erect. Men were invited to throw wet sponges which often stung but was a great crowd pleaser.

“Shazia, rundi (whore) get up!” shouted the officer with his trademark cane whips. Shazia jumped wondering if she had lost track of time as it was dark outside “You are being interviewed now, the Governor is awaiting” he shouted she as straightened her rags.

She was walked through the cold dark corridors, this time not blindfolded and seeing the dark walls; dripping ceilings with flickering light bulbs. She was taken into a dark room, where a fatter older man in a suit smoking a cigar was waiting. On either side of the door was a guard and Shazia was asked to sit on the cold wooden chair on the other side of the old desk. A dimly lit lightshade stood above the desk, not really enabling Shazia to see the Governor unless he lent forward. The officer sat beside the Governor with a notepad and the interview was about to begin.

“So Shazia, you are being interviewed under Lahore State Law for the charge of theft, how do you plead?” Asked the Governor very abruptly as he blew his cigar smoke out of his mouth without removing it from his mouth.

“Ah, erm... sorry sir I want to talk to a Solicitor!” asked Shazia nervous
“A Solicitor?” Laughed the Governor as he looked at the Police officer who was also amused “Shazia darling we are not in the UK, here you have no rights to a Solicitor, what happens is you tell me your story, I make the decision whether you are innocent, if I feel you are guilty, then you will be taken to a court where a Solicitor who works for the state will read your interview and tell the judge your side of the story. The judge will make the final decision, although he normally agrees with me, so shall we begin?” asked the Governor
“Oh, I am sorry I didn’t know sir” said Shazia not wanting to upset the Governor
“It is OK, Shazia I am a very fair man I need you to tell me everything” he said sounding sincere

Shazia felt reassured by the Governors sympathetic tone of voice, Shazia asked where she should start and the Governor informed her that he had a lot of time and he can cancel if needed any appointments, so start from the beginning. Shazia decided to start from the beginning.

(The story from now will be told as if it was happening in real time).

Shazia was from a traditional Pakistani family, she was born in the UK, however her parents were immigrants from the 1970s, they still held onto traditional ideals from Pakistan and raised Shazia with those beliefs. Shazia however was a first generation Pakistani born in the UK, although she had a traditional upbringing, she was schooled in the UK and given access to peers that were not all Pakistani and had their own ideals of adolescent life. Shazia grew up in London, a place called Newham which was very multi-cultural but had a huge Pakistani population, many of whom shared her parents way of thinking, but whose first generation were, like her testing the freedoms of a British culture.

Shazia was extremely pretty, a fair skinned girl with a perfect size 10 (UK) figure, she had natural curves with a nice round ass and perfect 32DD boobs. He long flowing dark brown hair against her caramel skin attracted a lot of attention from boys. Shazia knew she had to becareful with boys as she was not allowed a boyfriend, this was forbidden. She had to cover herself in public, which she hated as she knew her assets was within her perfect body, so she often changed whilst out and became the western version of herself. Shazia was not very academically intelligent, but there was little pressure on her to be academic as she was destined to be a housewife which required little need for education. Shazia was not allowed out after school or on weekends like some of her English peers, so during school hours was her only free time to explore herself.

It started when she was at school, she met a young man who worked in a restaurant close to the school, his name was Asad, he was older than her, 23 but very dashing. He caught her eye one day on the way to school, he was cleaning the windows of the restaurant with a colleague and they both whistled at her when she passed. Shazia looked back and winked, so Asad chased after her and they began talking. Asad spoke to her for over an hour, Shazia now missed her first lesson, decided to stay with him for the rest of the day and they hung out in the restaurant as he worked.

Asad was from Leeds, which was about 200 miles away from London. It was his uncles restaurant and he was there helping out for the medium term, he had just moved into a bed-sit locally about 10mins away. Shazia was in ore of him, he was older and not stupid like the schoolboys she normally encountered, he drove and he had money. He looked like an Indian movie actor with his sharp looks and she loved the way he looked at her. He was very attracted to Shazia, who wouldn’t be, she had the nicest boobs most men on fantasised about, a great figure even if all of this was covered under a baggy school uniform.

The next day, Shazia would go an meet him at lunchtime, although she just sat there whilst he was busy waiting on tables, she felt close to him and meeting him at lunchtimes to spend his 15min break with him was for her, a relationship. He was now her first boyfriend.

A few weeks went by, Asad said that he had a day off that coming Thursday and wondered if she wanted to skip school so they could do something, Shazia said yes and that Thursday they met outside the restaurant, he picked her up in his car and they drove to his flat. Shazia was nervous going into a mans flat, but felt excited to be alone with her Bollywood boyfriend. She sat on his bed, looking around at his very messy room.

“So, Shazia did you bring any clothes with you?” he asked as he handed her a can drink
“Clothes? No for what?” She said confused
“Well we can’t go out with you in a Uniform can we!” he laughed
“Oh, ha ha, yea... erm no I haven’t I’m sorry I didn’t think, besides I don’t really have any nice clothes just my uniform and kameez’s when I am at home!” she said
“Oh, you are a very traditional good girl?” he laughed
“No... I just, you know!” she said so not wanting him to think she was boring
“Its ok, I know you have a naughty side!” he said winking
“What makes you say that?” she asked teasingly
“You are too sexy to be good!” he explained “Right, well lets do something with what you are wearing so it looks less like a uniform and then lets go shopping!” he said

Shazia stood up, taking off her tie and jumper leaving her in a blouse and trousers, Asad still not convinced, he undone a couple of her top buttons, revealing her busty cleavage, he untucked the blouse from her trousers and tied it in a knot at the back, making it more tight and fitted, but revealing her busty cleavage. He undone her hair, shaking it up a bit and then moved her infront of the mirror. She felt a bit overexposed, but looked at him

“Well, what do you think?” she asked him
“Its not perfect, but it will do until we find something!” he said grabbing his jacket

They walked to the car, Shazia nervous as she walked fast hoping no one saw her, they started the car and started to drive. She had no idea where they were going, it was already 9am but the more they drove the better and more relaxed she felt that no one she knew would see her. They pulled up at this old warehouse, Shazia looked at Asad

“Whats this place?” she asked
“Its a cousin’s warehouse, they make clothes here we can grab some nicer stuff!” he said

They walked into the old dark warehouse, Asad introduced her to his cousin who spoke little English, he gave Asad the key to a room where some stock was kept.

“This is where some of the returns are kept, a few minor problems with the clothes which means they cant be sold, but before they are sent to markets, you can have a few pieces!” he said

Shazia looked at the clothes, all really trendy tight fitting party clothes. Asad was picking up a few items, placing them in a bag, as she sorted through what was there picking up tops and getting scared at the skimpy cuts. She picked up a little jumper and a pair of jeans and then said she was ready, Asad had about 8 bags full, which he loaded in the boot of his car and they drove off. They went to a shopping centre, Asad said that she was the youngest he had been out with, she looked young too and he was a bit uncomfortable at times, but Shazia said that she looked older with make up so they went to a shop to buy loads of make up which Asad paid for.

It was about 12pm, Asad said he was getting hungry and they went to an Indian kebab shop and at a cheap meal, which was fast. Now 12.30pm, Asad suggested they went back to his place, Shazia was upset as she felt that Asad was bored and wondered what she could do to maintain his interest. They arrived at his room and he bought in the 8 bags full, he asked her to try on her jeans and top, she went to the bathroom. The jeans were ultra tight, although they were a size 10 they fitted more like a size 6-8, the waist was fine, just the tightness around her legs and ass, it left little to the imagination. The jumper was shorter than she first though and again very tight, definitely not for someone with double D boobs. She came out, Asad was lying on the bed watching TV and he looked over at her, his face showed his excitement, Shazia looked in the mirror as there wasn’t one in the bathroom. She was in shock, she looked like a slut, her ass and boobs sticking out. Asad arose from the bed

“Wow, Shazia you are stunning, you look like a model!” he said in excitement
“Really!....” she said shocked that he was interested in her
“Hell yea... you are beautiful... but, well you still look young!” he said
“Oh, well shall I put the make up on?” she said trying to regain his enthusiasm
“Hmmm.... ok, I think I picked up some heels too maybe that would help!” he said

Shazia was confused as she looked at him go through the bags, but put on the make up. Never wearing make up before she applied it as she saw in magazines and felt a bit nervous. Asad came with a few pairs of heels, they were very high.

“Try those red shiny ones!” he said. She put them on, they were a bit small but also very high. She couldn’t walk very well in them but she tried to look normal. The heels made her ass stick out further, Asad sat back on the bed, licking his lips at her body, she felt exposed but was so happy he adored her look.

“Turn around” he said, which she obeyed “Nice... very very nice!” he said
“Thanks” she said shyly
“You look like a model Shazia!” he said
“Thanks... do I look older?” she asked
“Yes, about 21, but you need to do your make up more” he commented
“Oh, well I just done it fast” she said to act like she knew
“Why don’t you try on a skirt?” he suggested going through the bags
“Whats in those bags?” asked Shazia confused
“More clothes for you, I picked up loads!” he said excited
“Oh, well I don’t know where I would hide all of that!” she said
“Its ok, Shazia I know the type of people your family are. You can keep it here!” he said

He threw a skirt at her, she grabbed it and went to the bathroom, the skirt was very short, hitting her thigh, she knew it wasn’t the kind she could bend over in and definitely one she would be killed if seen in. She came out and looked in the mirror, Asad screamed in excitement

“WOOOOOOOOW!” he screamed
“Is it ok?” she asked wondering when he was going to say it was too short
“Yes, a bit long ha ha!” he said
“What you mean?” she said not getting the joke
“The top is wrong, try this!” he said throwing her a boob tube
She went into the bathroom, confused on how to wear what looked like a hairband, she placed it on her breasts, over her bra. Her toned stomach on show, she felt very nervous to come out, she walked out slowly, Asad laughed when he saw her

“Ha ha, Shazia, you’re now meant to wear a bra with a top like that, turn around!” he said

She turned, he un clipped her bra, she was in shock, he pulled it off and she kept the thin slinky boob tube in place. He threw her bra on the bed, then span her around.

“Thats better!” he said standing back
“It feels weird!” she said
“Ha ha, looks great though” He climbed on the bed “Let’s see you walk, like a real model”

Shazia felt nervous, her un-supported bra meant her boobs would bounce, her skirt was etching up and her heels were too high to walk in. She walked slowly up and down and the room, Asad enjoying the show at Shazia’s boobs bouncing and Shazia feeling very nervous. She was getting goose-bumps and her nipples were erecting as his eyes glazed over her body.

“Shazia, come sit!” he said patting the bed, she obeyed, even if just to get off her feet.
“Yes...!” she said waiting to hear some bad news
“I, I am really falling for you babe!” he said stroking her back
“Really!” she smiled
“Yea, but... I am used to going out with women who are a bit more... grown up!” he said
“How do you mean?” she asked
“Well, I feel like I am training you to be the perfect girlfriend, when I could just get one who was ready, you are not ready!” he said
“In what way, I don’t understand!” she said getting upset
“I mean, you lack confidence. You are so nervous like you are uncomfortable dressing like a sexy woman, men don’t find nervous women attractive. You need to be more... teasing and more up for it!” he explained
“I am, I mean I can be... I will try please let me get used to it and I will be ok, I want to take some clothes and these shoes home to practice and I will be better!” she pleaded
“Hmmm, ok!” he said unsure “Anyway, get changed its already 3pm and you need to be home soon”

Shazia got dressed, hiding the skirt and boobtube in her bag alongside the shoes. He drove her back near the school, they hardly spoke on the way back, Shazia felt like crying. He pulled up and she got out of the car.

“I will see you tomorrow!” she said
“Erm, I am busy tomorrow.... I will be off next Thursday, so maybe we can meet then?” he said
“oh, ok...” she said as he looked away and she closed the door

Shazia felt he had lost interest, it would be the first time in weeks that she wouldn’t see him, and she had to wait a week. She waited for the crowd of school k**s to walk up the road and joined them as if to look she had also just come out. She got the bus and went home.

That weekend, the family were getting ready for a wedding, Shazia managed to get out of it saying she was really sick, even making herself vomit, her mum agreed for her to stay home alone. When they all left Shazia knew she had at least 8hrs home alone, she gave it a good 30mins when they left to make sure they had gone and then took out the skirt; boob tube and heels, with the makeup. She went to the bathroom and got dressed, she looked in the mirror doing her make up, really slapping it on to look sexier. She began to practice walking, it was getting easier as her balance was stronger. She logged onto the internet looking at pictures of women who were “up for it”. The way they stood, posed, smiled and carried themselves was so slutty, but Asad was right this is what men like him wanted. It was soon night time, Shazia got undressed and showered before her family returned, she couldn’t wait til Monday, she was going to the restaurant to try her new skills on Asad

On Monday she went to the restaurant, he was a bit annoyed to see her, but she was composing herself more “up for it” that he could see a change. She was wearing her uniform but had it tied from the back and the buttons low. He took his break and they both went into the yard at the back!

“Hi babe” she said winking
“hello......!” he said excited at what she was suggesting
“How you been!” she said biting her bottom lip
“Very well” he said moving closer
“Missed me?” She asked as she moved closer
“Yep...!” he said as he held her moving in for the kiss
“Hmmm, good!” she said

He kissed her lips, sticking his tongue in her mouth, her clit was electrifying as she melted, he felt her loosen up and moved one hand down on her ass, squeezing and then pushing her against the wall. She was under his command, stopping for a brief second to get her breath, he looked down at her breasts, undoing another button and then licking her cleavage. She felt so scared, her heart beating, but she didn’t want to act nervous or she would lose him. She let him carry on, he could do anything he wanted as she knew if she resisted in anyway, he would dump her. She felt his stubble on her breast and his hand squeezing the other breast, flicking his thumb on her nipples. Her knickers were now soaked in sensations she never felt before, but she loved it.

He undone the remaining buttons, her boobs now exposed in her bra, he pulled the bra down, the cold air making her nipples go rock hard. He started to suck on one, she was loving the feeling, as he squeezed the other one, he moved down to her waist, unclipping her trousers, she was frozen with nerves. The trousers fell by her ankles, he placed his hand in her knickers “wow your soaked” he said looking at her, she not knowing if that was good!

He stuck his finger in her pussy, she clenched hard as the sensation of him touching her clit gave her electric shocks. He inserted his finger in her hole, she was frozen as she had never been touched there before. He then inserted two fingers, Shazia felt the stretch and grabbed him hard. “Tight aren’t you Shazia?!” he said, again her not knowing if that was good. Then a voice came, a member of the kitchen staff came out shouting for Asad as he was due back, he was very shocked but excited about what he had seen. Shazia was embarrassed and in shock, Asad laughed as he pulled away from Shazia, Shazia quickly put her bra into place and pulled her trousers up.

“You better go!” said Asad
“Ok!” said Shazia, shaking and doing her buttons up.

Shazia had to walk past the man who lit a cigarette and offered one to Asad who was smiling so much with the other man. Shazia ran out of the restaurant and ran as far as she could, her heart beating. She felt so violated and ashamed, she cried wondering what the man thought of her and what Asad thought.

The next day, she decided not to go to the restaurant out of sheer shame, but after school Asad was waiting outside
“You ok babe?” he asked
“Yea... you?” asked Shazia, embarrassed
“Yea, you didn’t come today?” he said
“Well... i didn’t know if it was safe!” she explained
“Safe? Ha ha, you mean Abdul? Don’t worry he is a grown man, he knows what us adults get up to!”

Shazia felt stupid, it was normal if Asad was so calm, again she let him down again with her inexperience.

That Thursday, Asad picked her up and they went to his place, Shazia without being asked got changed into a white miniskirt; tiny vest top, no bra and heels. She perfected her overdone make up and came to the room where she met Asad’s approval! He was impressed, she paced for him as he looked at his property in detail. They ran to the car and they drove to a place called Essex, where Shazia didn’t know anyone. They went to a shopping mall, Shazia could feel the stares, but they were more from men who were turned on rather than old grannies who disapproved. Asad took Shazia into a pub, she had never been in one before, she was only one of about 5 women in the packed working class pub and gained some oogling eyes. Asad was proudly showing off his object smacking her ass as she sat.

They stayed for a drink and then Asad walked back with her to the car. He didn’t start the car, he sat there in the dark car park, his hand on her leg, he pulled her close, he kissed her, her clit was pounding, he took off her straps, pushing the vest around her waist, her firm huge boobs exposed. Asad suggested they went to the back seat, Shazia covered her boobs and ran to the back seat, she sat up and they carried on, he placed his hands on her knickers pulling them down and throwing them leaving them on the dashboard. He etched her skirt up around her waist and began to finger her, she loved the feeling.

He then undone his belt, she looked nervously. He pulled out his huge brown cock, and looked at her, she didn’t know what she was meant to do. He grabbed her head and gentling led it towards his cock, “It tastes great!” he said suggesting what she needed to do. She stuck it in her mouth, the rock hard stick placed in her mouth, she felt the salty goo on her tongue, “Oh, yes Shazia, you are so amazing, such a grown up!” he said, leaving her to know she needed to continue to gain his approval. She sucked and sucked, getting on her knees in front of him to get a better angle, her mouth filled with goo, she swallowed to make room for more.

He stopped her, pulling out a condom from his pocket and placing it on his cock, “Come on Shazia... ride me!” she was confused, he guided her to sit on his lap, legs on either side, he pulled her forward, pushing himself deep inside her, she screamed, it was way to big, but he held her tight in place as he pushed deeper in until his nutsack was flush with his pussy. She was in pain, he looked at her, “Ok Shazia pull back until its half way out and then fastly push back, it should never fall out ok?” she nodded, she pulled back feeling relief and then pushed forward, “faster Shazia, think about doing about 20 a min” he instructed, she started to count in her head, determined to hit the 20 she went faster and faster. “Ok, good girl... 25 a min now” Shazia was running out of energy, her body sweating, her hair sticking to her face, she pushed herself to do another round, then he said another 50 over two minutes, Shazia was exhausted but did what she could to please him, her boobs bouncing, she forgot where she was, screaming at each thrust. Finally she felt the hard stick inside of her warming up as Asad let go of his grip, her sweaty body gone limp, he pushed her off and regained his breath.



Shazia and Asad were now “dating” for 6 months, she hardly attended school and met with Asad daily where she either gave him a Blow Job or had full blown sex, there wasn’t much in terms of romance or dates, but Shazia didn’t know that this was an abnormal relationship, she assumed that this is what a perfect relationship was.

Easter holidays came, it was difficult for Shazia to get out to see Asad, but he was very understanding. Shazia was getting more confident as time went on, daring herself to wear even more slutty clothing that Asad provided. They had sex in even riskier places, including the toilets of the school. Shazia was in love and Asad was her dream man, everything was perfect.

During Easter, Shazia had visitors at her home, family friends often came around but this was different, Shazia was introduced to Mr Malik, his son Abdul was chosen as a suitor for her to marry, and plans were in place for June when she finished her studies. Shazia nearly collapsed, she always knew she would have an arranged marriage, but now she was in love and wanted Asad. Shazia knew she had to plan something before it was too late, but how could she get out to see Asad.

The two week holidays went slow, but finally Monday had arrived. Shazia ran out of the door, to the restaurant, it was closed so she waited around the corner, until she saw the shutters come up. She waited to see Asad but he wasn’t arriving, maybe she missed him she thought. She went into the restaurant, and asked the staff who worked there, they all knew who she was.

“He has gone!” said one of the cooks
“Gone? Gone where?” she screamed
“He has gone back to his home in other town!” explained the cook in his broken English
“For how long?” she screamed again
“Please mam” said the cook noticing the scene see was causing “He has gone forever, no come back here!”
“I don’t get it, where has he gone?” she carried on screaming
“Please he gone forever, please go now I call Police!” said the cook

Shazia left, worried the Police could come, she took the bus to his flat and banged on the door, a Polish guy answered. He explained he moved in a week ago and the guy who used to live there had moved, but he didn’t know where. The guy said he left some clothes, she looked at all of the clothes, most of them were hers, she said she will come back later for them. Shazia ran to the park and thought about what she would be do, she needed to run away and go to Leeds and find Asad, he said he was from a town called Bately and his dad had a restaurant with the same name, so it was a start. She went to the station and enquired about train times and prices, £48 it would cost, where would she get that money from?

She went home afterschool as normal, she waited for everyone to go sleep and went downstairs into the kitchen draw to get the shopping money from her mothers purse. She packed a couple of small things in her school bag, including a bigger bag and waited up all night nervous about what she was about to do. Morning had come, she came downstairs after getting ready, realising that this was the final time she would see her home and her mum, but when she got married it would be the same, so it was no big deal. She said bye to her mum and ran out of the house, crying but knowing she had no choice. She went to Asad’s flat and packed her clothes in her bigger bag, then made her way to the station to go to Leeds. She boarded the train and fell asleep on the journey.

Finally 3hrs later she arrived at Leeds Station, she went to the bus station looking for how to get to Bately and boarded the bus. The bus arrived at a grand glass bus station, everyone departed, where should she go now? She walked the streets looking for a restaurant called Indian Bay, there was so many restaurants that people didn’t know where exactly it was. She was now tired and hungry, it was already 3pm and she knew that in an 1hr her family would realise she was gone. Finally at 4.30pm a shop keeper told her how to get to the restaurant. She made it, to the restaurant but it was closed, not open until 6pm, she waited on the bench outside with her bag.

Finally there was some life in the restaurant, what did she say to him, how could she just go in there? Finally she plucked up the courage and walked in

“Hello, I am looking for Asad?” she asked the waiter
“There is no Asad here mam!” said the waiter
“No, his father owns the restaurant!” she explained
“No, bosses son is not called Asad mam!” he said
“I want to speak to the boss!” she demanded
“Ok, mam, but he is due at 8pm please take a seat mam!” he said
“Thank you!” she said not wanting to cry
“Mam, you look very tired, let me get you something to eat!” said the waiter
“Erm, I don’t have money!” she said
“Its ok Mam, I will get something for you from the kitchen free of charge!” he said smiling

At 8.30pm the boss finally arrived, he spoke briefly to the waiter and came over

“Hello Miss!” he said
“Hello Uncle Sir, I am a friend of Asad!” she said
“Asad? Who is this?” he asked
“He said he is your son, he worked in your restaurant in London, Newham!” she explained
“Ah, my brothers restaurant is in Newham, are you from Newham?” he asked
“Yes Sir” she said finally relieved that someone knew who she was
“You are very far from home, hold on let me call my brother and see who this Asad is!”

Shazia was a bit confused, she had the right place but it was not his dad.

“Miss, my brother said he had a Waiter called Asad from Birmingham who left last week!”
“Birmingham?” she asked, confused
“Yes, he was just a waiter, we are not related, waiters come and go!” he said
“But how would he know who you are?” she asked
“Miss, we have 8 branches in UK, all of our addresses are on our menu!” he explained
“But he said it was his Uncle’s restaurant!” she explained
“I am sorry Miss, but Asad is not related to me!” he said
“Please sir can I speak to your brother?” she pleaded
“Of course, come to my office you can use the phone!” he offered

Shazia called the Newham restaurant

“Hello Uncle, I am Shazia, you know Asad’s girlfriend!” she said
“Hello, how can I help you?” he said quite rudely
“Have you a phone number for Asad or an address?” she asked
“I have a mobile number, but he left here last week to go to be with his wife!” he said
“HIS WIFE!” she screamed
“Yes he is married, he was only in London to get money! Anyway, please I am busy his number is 07888 123 456” and he hung up the phone.

Shazia was shocked, he must be mistaken, he was not married. Shazia called Asad’s mobile, however there was no answer, she left a message on the voicemail saying she was in Leeds and she would wait at the Bus Station for him. She left the restaurant thanking the boss and walked to the bus station, now past 9pm she started to wonder where she should sleep if he didn’t show.

Asad didn’t show, she waited at the station until 11pm, the area was now getting scary, she walked towards the 24hrs Coffee Shop and got a cheap drink, she sat in full view of the staff hoping that they would protect her from the growing number of strange people coming in. She had never been out so late. The guys who worked there were really nice, giving her free tea and asking if she was ok, one of the guys came to her on his break and asked what she was doing out so late. He gave her his phone to try Asad again, the phone rang and he answered.

“Hello?!” he answered
“Hi, Asad, thankfully!” she screamed taking the phone outside so she could hear
“Oh, Shazia!” he said disappointed
“Where are you babe, I am in Leeds!” she said
“Yea I know I got your message, how did you get my number?” he asked
“Erm, your old boss gave it to me, anyway can you come and get me?” she asked
“Get you? You are in Leeds and I am in Brighton!” he said
“Brighton, where is that?” she asked
“Very far, anyway why did you go Leeds?” he asked
“To find you!” she said
“Ha ha, why would I be there? Anyway, I’m sorry I can’t help you” he said
“Asad, your boss said you got married?!” she asked
“Got married? I’ve been married for 5yrs!” he said outright
“WHAT!!! BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?!” She screamed
“What about you babe, you were just a bit of fun whilst I was away from my wife!” He said coldly
“A bit of fun, I’ve run away to be with you!” she said
“Well I never asked you to, anyway I have to go, don’t call this number again!” he put the phone down

Shazia called the number back but the phone was off, she started to cry. The guy came out to get his phone back, Shazia hid her tears saying his car broke down so she was stuck, he said she could wait until it was morning if she wanted, Shazia agreed as it was 4am and she had no other offers. When it hit 8am Shazia left the cafe not knowing what to do, she saw a shopping mall and decided to wait in there at least it was warm. She decided to get changed and put some make up on, as she didn’t want people to think she was only 17. Her clothes were quite revealing, but she didn’t have much else.

She went to a local coffee shop and got a coffee thinking about what she was going to do, the coffee shop was busy and a guy came to sit with her, reading her paper.

“Hi, can I sit here?” he asked
“Yes, of course!” she said
“So where is your accent from you sound like a southerner” he asked
“Erm, yes I am from London!” she said
“London? A bit far, what brings you to Leeds?” he asked sipping on his coffee
“Erm, I moved here!” she said
“Oh, nice local?” he asked
“Well.... erm, my flat fell through so I am a bit homeless at the moment and to top it off my purse was stolen on the train, I am having a bad day!” she said surprising herself
“Oh dear, well my name is Faisal!” he said introducing himself
“Hi Faisal, I’m Shaz!” she said
“What sort of work do you do?” he asked
“Erm, I am a .... erm... secretary!” she said nervously
“Really, so you have a job lined up?” he asked
“No, i don’t “ she said
“Well Shaz, I run a local Import and Export business and I need some admin duties done, its not great pay but something until you find something!” he said
“Really? Wow, how lucky! The thing is I also need somewhere to stay!” she said
“Of course, that is a priority. Well I don’t mind paying you in advance for a week, there is a B&B my clients use regularly I could pay them 2 weeks from tonight and that would give you time to sort yourself out!” he said.
“You would do that?” she asked
“Of course!” he said “I have to go, as I have a meeting. This is my business card and I’ll write the B&B address on the back. Its about 10mins away from here, Here take this money that should see you get a taxi and also a few bits to get you settled.” He gave her £100.

Shazia was really happy that everything was going to be ok, she was so tired and wanted a shower. She went to the Taxi rank and got a taxi to the address on the card. She arrived at a very posh guest house, she went to the reception and they were expecting her, she double checked her room was paid for and the guy said yes for two weeks. She went to her room and jumped in the shower, feeling so good, she watched some TV and then fell asleep. The phone rang to wake her up, she looked at the clock, he was 6pm, she answered

“Shaz?” asked the voice
“Yes, Faisal?” she asked realising only he would call her that
“Yes, you settled?” he asked
“Yes thank you!” he said
“Well, I was thinking that we could meet for dinner to discuss your job, I am away for a few days and didn’t want to lose you!” he said
“I would like that, thank you!” she said
“Good, I will come to pick you up in the lobby at 8pm?” he asked
“Yes, 8pm is fine!” she replied

She jumped out of her bed and got ready, she wore a black short low neck dress and heels, she applied her make up and at 8pm sharp her phone rang. She went downstairs and Faisal was very impressed with what he saw, the took a taxi to an Italian restaurant and started to talk

“So Shaz, tell me about you, I must admit I thought you were fairly young!” he said
“I’m erm, 17!” she said
“Oh, when are you 18?” he asked
“Next month!” she said
“OK, well its fine as long as you are over 16 you are allowed to work!” he said
“Yes, I don’t have my details by the way!” she said
“Oh, ok. Well how about we pay you cash in hand save us from paying the tax man eh?” he laughed
“Yes, thank you!” she said
“Shaz you do have a passport though?” he asked
“Yes, it is in my room!” she said
“OK, well I need a copy just to verify who you are and your age!” he said
“Of course!” she smiled relieved she gave him her right name
“So your family ok with you being here on your own?” He asked
“Erm...” she put her head down “Not really!” she said naively
“Oh, the usual they want you to be married and you had other plans!” he said
“Yes, well I don’t mind getting married I just want to choose!” she said
“Well when we are settled I don’t mind introducing you to some single guys” he said
“Hee hee, thanks!” she said
“Well Shaz, I am off to Pakistan on business tomorrow morning, so I will drop some work to you at reception and a laptop, and when I return I will show you the office and give you a key” he explained
“Brilliant, is it a big office?” she asked
“No a very small office, my main office is in Edinburgh this is a small branch just me!” he explained
“Oh ok!” she said
“Its ok, you can work from home all you need is a laptop – be free to shop!” he laughed
“Hee Hee!” she laughed “Do I need to shop for clothes?” she asked
“No, i have no dress code, you dress very well!” he said looking at her sexy attire

They left to go back to the B&B, he walked her to her room and said goodnight. She kicked off her shoes and got comfortable when there was a knock at the door.

“Sorry Shaz, your passport?” he said
“Oh, yes of course...” she ran in the room and gave it to him
“Wow, you look different, you really are 18!” he joked
“Yes!” she replied
“Ok, let me go downstairs and copy this, be back in 5 minutes” he said
Returning 5mins later “Hum, sorry Shaz their copier isn’t working, I need to get a copy to Edinburgh... erm, what can I do?” he said thinking
“Well, why don’t you bring it back tomorrow when you drop the laptop and work!” she suggested
“Good idea, I can see we will be good for each other – see you tomorrow!” he said leaving

At 10am, Shazia awoke, worried she missed Faisal she called reception, she had missed him but he only came to leave the work and laptop for her. She ran downstairs to get the stuff, it looked easy, all she needed to do was type out addresses on a spreadsheet. The laptop was brand new so she had to set it all up and then started to work. Through the excitement she forgot about her passport, she just wanted to do a good job. Her phone rang and it was Faisal asking if everything was ok and that he left £500 for her in an envelope as an advance so to have fun. Shazia had never had so much money ever, she got dressed and decided to go shopping and get something to eat.

She got dressed in a short denim skirt, her red heels and a halter neck top, with no bra. Shaz loved dressing up and now felt free to do it without the worry someone will see. She could now be the girl she wants to be and have the fun she wasn’t allowed previously. She left the hotel and caught a taxi into town, she was attracting a lot of attention which she was really learning how to work. She went to a beauty salon to get her hair and nails done, then went to eat not somewhere classy but a local working class pub reminding her of that sexual feeling she got by all the men trying it on with her. Leeds was no different, they loved it but as she was alone, they got a bit more rowdy then she expected, however she managed to enjoy it even if meant she did lose her knickers! She felt a bit embarrassed by the knickers incident, for a group of guys to pull them off of her in public was humiliating, not because of the shame but because her knickers were hardly sexy! So underwear shopping was her main aim for the rest of the day.

She came back with bags of underwear and a few skimpy outfits, she tried on the underwear and was shocked that such underwear could be found which barely covered anything!. It was now hitting night time and she decided to go to a night club, she had never been before and was desperate to do it as she heard many of the white girls talking when she was in London. She made her way into town, wearing a bikini top and black short skirt. It wasn’t long until she got the attention of some men, she was feeling very horny, it had been 2 weeks since she had sex and she was realising how much she craved for some cock. She managed to talk a guy into coming to the toilets with her for a blow job, however he came pretty fast and she needed some cock in her pussy, but her luck was not in. She walked from the club to the taxi rank and waited, then a guy approached her asking if she was busy, she said no and before she knew it she found herself in his car

Her inhibitions had gone, she just wanted cock, how much danger she was in was not crossing her mind and she definitely was not worried. He pulled up behind some railway bridge and asked if she had a condom, she was a bit confused but he was prepared and started to touch her.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of fucking a Paki bitch!” he said in his white working class accent
“Shall we do it on the bonet?” she asked remembering some of her times with Asad
“Good idea whore!” he laid her on the bonet

She was a bit confused, normally she was on top, she laid back looking at the stars as her top was pulled up and he sucked on her boobs, he was rougher than Asad, she slapped her tits and called her names as he climbed on her. She felt his cock inside her, he looking over her as he slapped her tits, he grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders, sticking his cock deeper, then he began to thrust, commenting on how tight she was. He was doing about 18 thrusts a minute but was putting a lot of force in it, she was sliding off the bonet and he was pulling her like a ragdoll around on his cock, “come on you paki whore worship your white master” he shouted as she was feeling him slap her tits and ass. She was feeling the pain from his slaps, but couldn’t get free from his grip, he then gave a final thrust and let her go, she sliding off the bonet as her sweaty body lost grip.

“Get up you slag!” he shouted
“Sorry!” she said, a bit confused why she was apologising
“Here!” he said handing over the condom
“What?” she said taking the cum filled condom
“Drink it slag!” he ordered

Still on her knees on the floor, her skirt around her waist, her ripped knickers hanging on one thigh and her top around her neck with her boobs exposed in the moonlight, she put the condom to her lips and began to tip it in her mouth, a lot of it seeping down her face and on her top and boobs.

“Fuk you are a nasty whore!” he screamed and then laughed “Smile” he said

He pulled out his camera phone, she smiled with cum down her face, he then asked her to place the condom in her mouth, and took a few more shots. Then he went down his back pocket pulling out his wallet, and threw a £10 note on the floor before getting in his car. Shazia picked it up, not clear what is was at first and then started to put her clothes on then realised he was driving away, she screamed at him to stop but he carried on driving, she chased the car and then the red lights appeared. She asked him where he was going, he said home, she said she needed a lift and he laughed and agreed if she paid him £20, she looked around realising she had no choice and agreed. Shazia arrived back to the hotel and then showered before she slept.

The next day she stayed in, a bit shaken about the day before she decided to finish the work she was given. She calmed for a few days and then Faisal called her, asking if she was ok and saying he was back that evening. They met for dinner

“You have finished everything Shaz, I am impressed!” he said looking at the work
“Thank you!” she smiled
“Well, you certainly earned your money!” he laughed
“Thanks!” she said again
“So have you found somewhere to live?” he asked
“Erm, no I haven’t sorry!” she said realising that she had under a week to go
“Well, how about tomorrow you start looking?” he said
“Yes, erm ok!” she said

The next day she got up and went to an estate agency, they showed her a few flats all at £600 minimum a month, she didn’t even know what she was being paid. They said she needed 3 Months rent in advance which was nearly £2k, she didn’t have that sort of money!. That evening she called Faisal and asked how much she was getting paid, he was very vague talking about volume of business, that the conversation ended with her being very unclear. The next day Faisal came to the B&B Shazia wasn’t expecting him, but invited him in.

“Hello Shazia!” he said
“Hi” she replied
“You all set to move out on Friday?” he asked
“No, I am not I have tried looking and I have no money and I don’t know about the pay” she explained
“Oh dear!” he said “Come here, you look upset”
“I’m ok!” said Shazia, but then started to cry after he gave her the audience
“Its ok, lets talk heart to heart!” he said softly
“Ok” she said wiping her tears
“You know you have to make a decision about what you want in the future!” he said
“I know what I want!” she said
“Oh ok, what do you want?” he asked
“I want to get married to a good looking rich man!” she said
“Ha ha, there is alot of work to get that dream!” he said
“How do you mean, what do i have to do?” she asked confused
“Look, I am a rich man, I know what rich people want and how they get it!” he explained
“OK, well how?” she said confused
“Well, your family are lower class?” he asked
“Erm, well sort of!” she said a bit offended
“Well, they are not millionaires?” he asked
“Nooo, no they are not!” she confirmed
“Well millionaires they select their wives from special places, like the British royalty they go for women who have been to finishing school etc.” He said
“Yes, I have seen that on TV!” she said
“Well, our people have finishing schools, very prestigious rich families send their daughters there to ensure that they get a good rich husband, like what you want!” he explained
“But i haven’t been to a finishing school!” she said
“That is my point Shaz, you are a lovely girl but your pedigree will never allow you to be selected!” he explained “I am sorry!”
“Well, can’t i go finishing school?” she asked
“Ha ha, they are like nearly £10,000 do you have that money?” he asked
“No, No I don’t!” she said
“Are you serious about this Shaz? You don’t want anything else?” he asked
“Yes I am serious, I don’t want a career or marry a poor guy!” she said
“Well, I tell you what, how about you stay here for another couple of weeks, thing about what you want to do and I will speak to some of my friends?” he said.
Shazia was confused, but at least she got another couple of weeks accommodation. Faisal left with some more work for her to do and she was in the B&B for most of the next two weeks trying to complete it. Faisal came around and said he was taking her to dinner, he had a proposition for her. They went to an Indian restaurant and discussed what Shazia had been thinking about.

“Well happy birthday Shaz!” he said, Shazia realising it was her birthday and was surprised
“Thank you, I almost forgot!” she said
“18, a lovely age!” he said
“Yea, I am now a proper adult!” she said laughing
“Well I got you a present!” he said
“Really, you don’t need to Faisal, you do so much for me!” she said modestly
“Well this one didn’t cost me anything, it is a favour for you!” he said
“Oh?” she said curiously
“I have a friend, in Lahore, Pakistan he runs a finishing school and i told him about you and he has agreed you can have a place no charge!” he said
“You are joking?!” she screamed in excitement
“No, and it is one of the most prestigious, even royalty attend and also select princesses!” he said
“Oh this is brilliant!” screamed Shazia
“And, I will pay for your air ticket, just remember me when you become a queen!” he said laughing
“Thank you, you are so amazing, I don’t know how to thank you!” she said
“Its ok, you deserve it!” he said “Well you leave in a few days so you better finish my work off before you go!” he laughed
“Yes, of course!” she said rushed her food to get home and complete.

The few days flew past, Faisal came to collect her and they went to the airport, he had a case and she realised he was taking her personally which made her feel a bit better. They travelled on a non stop flight and spoke alot about a variety of things on the 10hr flight.

“So Shaz, can I ask if you have ever had sex?” he asked
“Erm, yea I have” she said feeling a bit shy and shocked
“Its ok Shaz, not all Pakistani men are backward thinking, rich men prefer their women to be experienced!” he said laughing
“Oh, ha ha, well I had a boyfriend called Asad and he taught me everything!” she said
“Oh, only one man?” he asked surprisingly
“Well, there was another guy in Leeds but that was just for that night!” she said
“Lovely, tell me more” he asked as Shazia told him the story as if it was something to be proud of
“So you paid him £20 for a lift?” he asked
“Yes, well it was £10 as he gave me £10 for some reason!” she said feeling proud
“Yes, £10...!” he said realising how dumb Shazia was
“So this Asad, what happened with him?” asked Faisal
“Well, I don’t want to talk about it but he was married!” she said
“Did you know he was married?” asked Faisal
“Noooo, no i didn’t !” she said getting upset and looking out of the window
“So what did he teach you?” asked Faisal realising she was extremely naive
“Everything, he liked doing it in strange places!” she said
“Oh, erm? Carpark?!” he asked
“Yes, that was my first time!” she said laughing
“Erm, restaurant?” he asked
“Yep!” she said
“Erm... Areoplane?” he asked
“Ha ha, no we never flew anywhere!” she said laughing
“Shame, only a few experience the mile high club!” he said
“Yes, I heard about that!” she said
“I am a frequent member of course!” he said winking
“Really?” she said not ever thinking of Faisal having sex
“Yes, it is a shame you haven’t done it as many men would be impressed if you had!” he said
“Yes, I guess rich people fly alot, this is my first time on a plane!” she said
“Never tell your husband that!” he said in shock
“You are right, he will think Im a poor village girl ha ha!” she laughed
“Well, I don’t mind introducing you the mile high club!” he said
“Erm, well..... what now?” Said Shazia shocked but also feeling she needed to obliged
“Yes we are on a plane aren’t we?” he asked sarcastically
“Yes, ha ha, I mean thank you for offering me... erm yes!” she said
“OK, well I will go to the toilet now, I will flash the toilet light 3 times by unlocking and locking the door that is your signal to come ok?” he said getting up
“OK!” she said all nervous but excited and now craving the feeling of some cock again

She waited for the light and ran to the toilet. The cubical was tiny, with splashes of water everywhere, she was up close to him and he indicated they needed to hurry. He undone his trousers, and sat on the toilet seat stroking his huge cock, it was massive and bigger than she had seen before. She, took her knickers off and then climbed on top of him inserting his cock inside of her. She remembered it needed to go all the way until the ball bags were against her skin, but she couldn’t push herself all the way down, it was way too big, he looked at her in disappointment so she closed her eyes and just sat all the way down, feeling the stretch. She then slid it in and out of her, up and down until the moistness from her juices enabled a smoother movement. He grabbed her tits, sucking on them, he was rougher than Asad and the white guy, just grabbing her and pushing her on his cock via her hips.

He then stood up, she still on his cock, he put her back up against the door and began to ram her harder, then he walked back towards the seat, the door no longer supporting her, she was falling back, he told her to put her legs on the wall behind and balance herself by putting her hands on the floor, so she was almost doing a handstand, her boobs slapping her face as he pounded her and her hair getting wet from the floor. She was finding it so hard to keep balance. Then he pulled her up and removed his cock from her, asked her to place her hands on either side of the toilet bowl, spreading her legs with her ass up in the air. Her head practically in the bowl, he re-inserted his cock, however this time it felt different and she stood up for the pain. He pushed her back down, stretching her ass cheeks apart, and inserting his cock in her anus, she screamed, her scream muffled by her head stuck down a toilet, grabbing her thighs he pulled her ass deeper and deeper onto his cock. She could feel tears rolling up her face as she was upside down. Finally she felt the warmth, this time was different as the gooy cum was shooting up her ass, she realised he wasn’t wearing a condom, the cum ran down her leg as she could see him pulling his trousers up. He smacked her ass like she was livestock, telling her to lock the door when he goes and he will see her when shes cleaned up.

She closed the door, her legs were weak, stretched and in pain. Her ass felt sore, she looked in the mirror her hair was all s**tty for the water and her make up all run from her tears. She picked up her knickers, soaked from the floor, she put them back on. She pulled her skirt down and top up. She got tissue to clean the cum off the floor and down her legs. Flushing the tissue she washed her face, she was now make up free and ready to go back. She was finding it hard to walk, the pain in her ass coming back with every move, she saw Faisal waving to indicate where he was, she felt all the plane staring at her, she got to her seat and ass she bent to sit, the pain was unbearable, she looked at Faisal saying she couldn’t sit and he laughed, he then pulled her down to avoid any more attention, the pain made her cry silently. Faisal told her to do her make up and brush her hair as people were staring, there was a difference in Faisals attitude towards her, almost rude and demanding. She re-applied her make up and spent the rest of the journey looking outside as Faisal fell asleep.

The plane finally landed, even though it was a painful landing for Shazia. They went through customs and Shazia realised that Faisal had her passport and tickets, he never returned her passport from when she gave it all those weeks ago. He was very silent, almost distant and she wasn’t in the mood for a conversation, but did want Faisal to be his normal chatty friendly self. The heat was unbearable as they went to find a taxi, Shazia had no idea where she was, she was intimidated by all of the men outside trying to sell her something, she was attracting alot of attention dressed in heels and short skirt and the crowds began to form around her like she was a celebrity. They got into the taxi and started to drive through the dusty motorway

They arrived in a remote house in the hills, nothing else around. Faisal walked towards the door with a key to an iron gate as the driver unloaded and carried the cases in. Faisal paid and Shazia walked into the very simple house with little furniture and no air conditioning. They put their bags down on the sofa and he said that she needed to change as her clothes had stains on them from their episode in the toilets. Shazia asked where the shower was and Faisal took her outside to a small yard, showed her the well with a pump and left her to it. She looked at the well, and pumped a bucket of water, then using the jug she began to rinse her self off, Faisal came outside fully naked and grabbed another jug covering himself with it, looking at her wondering why she still had on clothes, but Shazia walked back in to change. She looked at her clothes asking Faisal what she should wear, being mindful about the culture and he said to wear what she would in London, pulling out a boob tube and short skirt.

They left the house, walking towards an old moped, he told her to climb on the back, she was finding it difficult without her skirt etching up, but he was getting impatient so she climbed on it, her skirt now around the top of her ass, she struggled to pull it back down before he started to drive at speed down the hill. They came to a place that had about 10 shops, loads of people stared as he parked the bike, she wondered how she would get down whilst protecting her modesty, but it was too late the locals were enjoying the show. She followed Faisal into the store as he picked up some food and milk, the locals now all coming into the store to look at Shazia as she was a rare sight in such a village.

They drove back to the house, Faisal said he was going to sleep, he told her to wake him in 3hrs and to cook something, also that the clothes he was wearing needed washing before it was dark as it needed to be done by hand using the well outside. Shazia was really upset at the way Faisal was talking to her, her ass still hurting she knelt on the floor outside scrubbing his clothes clean with a brush and soap on the floor, breaking all of her nails. She then commenced the cooking and awoke him as requested. She cleaned the dishes at now 10pm she was very tired, she asked where her room was and he said that they shared the bed, pointing at the sofa which folded out as a bed.

“but, Faisal I erm... !” she said stuttering
“You what? Have booked yourself in the Hilton?” he said laughing
“No, I mean are we sharing?” she asked
“Of course, but you haven’t washed yourself so I suggest you do that before you thinking about anything else ok?” he said.

Shazia took the soap and went outside in the pitch dark, finding the well she got some water and poured it over herself, the water was freezing and she felt so uncomfortable. She came back inside and saw Faisal al