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reply. ‘Come on, food’s here.’ He played with the handle, it opened. Dressed and sitting on the toilet seat, she looked up at him.
    ‘What the hell’s the matter with you?’
    ‘Um, the dress, I can’t do the dress up at the back.’
    ‘Is that it?’
    She nodded.
    ‘Oh for fucksake come here.’ He was pleased with what he saw as she stood. It was tight, but that was ok, it accentuated her body and he did like her big tits.
    After zipping her up, he told her to sit on the bed, then moved around her arranging her with her legs curled up underneath. They were not as tanned as he would like, but youth was on her side. Taking her hair in his hands, he fondled it momentarily before tucking it all behind her to enable him to view her entire torso. Then he hitched the skirt up to reveal the very top of her thighs without exposing hair. She reached to pull it back down again, but he slapped her hand away saying,
    ‘Leave it.’
    When she was positioned exactly how he wanted her, he waited on her. He handed her a glass of whisky on ice, encouraging her to swig back so he could refill it. She tried, gagging, but he held the bottom of the glass lightly, tipping it back and then wiped her chin for her. He refilled it then arranged half a sandwich delicately on a plate, cutting it into small bite sized pieces. Before letting her eat, he filled her drink once more, again helping her tip the glass to her mouth, then handing her the plate he said.
    ‘Eat it slowly and carefully. I want to see you chew each piece.’
    He enjoyed seeing fear in the eyes staring up at him as he nudged the plate at her and watched her hands shake as she lifted them towards the food.
    He sat on the chair opposite watching her exaggerate her chewing while he stuffed his mouth. When she finished eating, he gave her another drink without offering any more food. He continued watching her, propped on her elbow sipping her drink whilst he polished off the remaining sandwiches. He had learnt previously not to allow them to eat too much, the young ones tended to throw up when they were not used to these quantities of his whisky. He didn’t mind that. In fact, sometimes he liked it. Watching them lose everything, watching them squirm as they tried to reach the bathroom while he held onto them. The feel of their bodies struggling. Tonight he didn’t feel like being messy.
    When he observed her posture slacken he got up and removed the drink from her hand. He took the camera out of his jacket pocket and started to take photos. She was startled by the flash and moved. She pulled the dress down. He walked towards her and re-positioned her once more. He could see her eyes slightly glazed. When he was once more happy with how she looked, he took more photos from different angles. He tried standing on the bed, over her, but couldn’t quite fit her all in. Fuck, he needed a wider angle. The cheap digital was alright for the snaps but he wanted to be creative with this girl. She wore the dress so well. No one else had looked close to how he imagined it. Frustration rose within him. He put the camera aside and knelt beside her, moving to kiss her.
    He put an arm under her head to raise her for his comfort while caressing her breasts. Her body curved towards his pressure, her arms went around his neck and she let her fingers play with his hair. He pulled her arms from his neck and put them back by her side. He continued to kiss her for a moment longer. He could feel her body fidget beneath him. Using his knees he held down one of her arms. He reached under himself and undid his zip, then reached for her free hand and guided it inside his pants onto his naked and flaccid penis. She immediately cupped him and started to massage. The fucking little tart knew what to do. She’d done this before. Fucking little slag.
    He dug his fingers deep into her shoulder and neck. His teeth bit hard down on her lips when his body refused to respond to her massage. Feeling her