Having slept on the floor, my naked body aching, I desperately needed to have a bath or shower. The sperm between my thighs had become starchy, my vaginal valley sticky. I was still hungry, but not starving. Wondering where everyone had got to, I clambered to my feet and paced the floor. Would there be other guests arriving that evening? I tried not to think about it. Hearing movements in the villa above, I wondered whether the guests had stayed for the night. They might demand early morning sex, an early morning fuck. Shaking my head despairingly as I looked down at my naked breasts, I sighed. I was eighteen-years-old. I should have been enjoying life, having fun, not... not imprisoned on a Greek island as a sex slave. Where was my life taking me? Hearing someone approaching the door, I lifted my head. "Good morning," Reece smiled as he entered the basement. "I'm sorry you had to sleep down here, only..." "Only, someone came looking for me," I smiled. "No one came looking for you, Kirsty.
