How we met – Steves Story – Part 2

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How we met – Steves Story – Part 2Follows on from Part 1 – (Sarah doing the English editing xx )I knew I had to help Sarah as she had our daughter but I did not know how – I was staying in a shared house 50 miles away from Manchester and I could not afford to be with her every night like we did before.Sarah would not give up her work as she liked the money and lifestyle and our daughter was well cared for by Sarahs mother (who knew what her daughter did) so I was a bit stumped for ideasMy chance came a few months later when I had a curt phone call from Sarah saying that she was being evicted from her flat as the landlord had received complaints from other residents about men visiting all day long (I sort of understood what the residents must have felt). Sarah said she was moving back to her Mothers and that she would have to work the streets to make ends meet.I was shocked and suggested I rent her a flat or a house somewhere safe and secluded.She turned me down flat saying it was her life, her problem, her choice.For 3 months nothing from her, her escorting website was gone, her profile gone off various websites and I thought I had lost her forever.One night sitting in my bedroom in Leeds I hit on an idea, I would drive to the red light area in Manchester and try and find her – make sure she was ok and try and talk to her.I googled “Manchester Red Light” area and came up with Fairfield Street so the next night I headed up the M62 into Manchester.Yes this was the place – 20 to 30 women of all ages and sizes touting for business from passing cars – but no Sarah.I got out to speak to one of the women, described Sarah and was told that she did work here and yes she was on the street earlier so she was probably fucking a guy behind the factory units down to the left.I slowly drove down the street and turned left into a car park near some factory units – a car was parked up with its lights off, engine running and windows steamed upThe car was rocking rythmically and I could imagine some guy fucking her – all of a sudden the rocking stopped, the car reversed and the passenger door flew open. A body was ejected from the car with some force and just lay still on the ground.I waited until the car had gone before venturing over to the person laying on the ground, it was Sarah and she was in a terrible state – she was naked from the waist down, her face was bleeding from a cut over her eye and she had brusies all over her legs and inner thighs.There was only one thing I could do – get her to a hospital – I dialed 999 on my phone pendik escort and within 10 minutes and ambulance arrived and she was rushed to the General Hospital.Should I follow the ambulance or just leave – my gut was to leave but my heart said stay – so I followed and was met by the Police who questioned me for 4 hours thinking I had injured Sarah.I was then arrested and charged with **** and actual bodily harm – I was taken to a cell and spent a night in there.In the morning it appears that Sarah was able to make a statement and told the police that a white male about 30 years old driving an old Volvo car did this – and she had no idea who the black guy driving a red BMW was – but say thanks to him.I was set free …. no apology …. and found my car had a parking ticket when I arrived back at the hospital – and Sarah was gone – she had left and the doctors didnt want her to go.The next night I was back in the same street and saw Sarah waiting by a street light, her face still scarred and she looked totally out of it – I decided that I would act as a punter and see if she was free, then I could talk to her (possibly)Drawing up alongside I wound the window down”How much love?” I enquired”£10 blow job, £30 sex – anal extra 10 – bareback extra 20″She just looked straight through me – as if she didnt know what she was doing”OK – 30″ I murmuredShe slid into the passenger seat, her tights ripped and her stilleto heels filthy”Drive down to left turn – into car park and turn off lights love” she saidI did as I was instructed – by the time I was parked up her tits were exposed, her cold hands inside my pants and her fingers sliding a condom over my (soft) cock”mmmmm big boy” was all she said before her lips went round my cock ….. her oral skills hadnt changed.I moaned “Sarah” and i felt her tense ….. then she stopped sucking me and moved her head away from my cock, slowly looking me in the eyes”Steve??????? “”Yes Sarah – the father of our c***d and I want to help you now more than ever”At this point there was two possible outcomes1) she could have walked away and carried on in the downward spiral into prostitution or2) she could have taken my helpLuckily for me (and her) she chose option 2 – we sat and talked – she talked I listened to be honest.She was earning £50 a night if lucky – she was drinking and other things, she hadnt had a medical for months and her mum was thinking of adopting the baby (c***d now)”Right – enough of this” I said finally”You are coming home with me, you kartal escort will never work the streets ever again and WE will sort this fucking mess out” – I was crude, loud and forcefulSarah just sat quietly and said one word “YES”I made her open the car window and throw all the sex trade things in her clutch bag away plus a bag of some grass – condoms, lube, poppers all went on the floor, she kept her driving licence and a picture of our daughter then the clutch bag went as well.30 minutes later I pulled up at a Macdonalds and we both ate a burger and fries, then we stoppped in Tesco’s 24 hour supermarket and i bought her some night clothes and day clothes …. all a size smaller than she used to wear.The drive back into Leeds was silent – she fell fast asleep and in the end I carried her to my room and laid her on the bed – she was so tired.I slept on the sofa as I did not want to sleep with her – TBH she smelt disgusting – the smell of stale cum piss and weed is not plesant at the best of times.I awoke at 8am and she was still asleep so I made coffee and a breakfast – she finally awoke at midday – wanting a smoke but i refused to let her have one … also i told her to go and wash until the smell of other men was off her body. It was not a request it was an order – and I meant it.She went to the bathroom and passed me her clothes out – they went into a bin bag that was straight into the rubbish bin outside.An hour later she was dressed in the clothes I had bought her the night before and she looked a little more human … but still slightly spaced out.I ordered a delivey pizza – and she ate the lot – my half included – she was starving.I called work saying I was sick and Sarah and I didnt leave my rooms for 7 days and then we both had appointments at the hospital STI clinic – I refused to touch her until I knew she was 100% clean.2 days later the results came back – she was clean and so was I. Brilliant news.That night I took her to bed and we made love like a couple should, slowly, passionatly, hard and soft, holding each other in the afterglow.I asked her what she wanted and her reply was a bit difficult to fathom out”I want to carry on working Steve, but I dont want to loose you and maybe one day we can have another c***d?”I was gob smaked – she wanted me to let her earn money seeing men for sex, she didnt want to loose me and she wanted me to father another c***d …… wowI told her she wouldnt loose me if she was honest to me, the c***d was a shock and that she wanted maltepe escort to earn money through sex was sort of ok ….. but very haran (a big sin) in my culture.I then made a suggestion ….. I rent (us) a very plush flat, secure entrance, with parking, you can see your men when I am at work, but when I come home you dont talk about them – its just you and me ….. and if you have someone who wants yo overnight I will take you and pick you up in the morning.She tooks some persussion but she agreed , with a clause that she would only work 10am to 6pm , then if needed 10pm to 6am on overnighters – also I would control the money for her in a seperate bank account.It took a few weeks to find the right flat, but pulling a few strings with a few people I managed to purchase a 3 bedroom penthouse suite in Manchester city – 3 parking spaces and a dedicated lift to the top floor penthouse. Perfect with lovely views all over the city.We arranged it so that we had our own private bedroom with ensuite, a “guests” playroom with ensuite and a smaller bedroom that originally was for our daughter but became a computer room, cam chat room, photo studio in the end.Any male “guests” would see no further than the playroom – the rest of the flat was secure. I also fitted security cameras in the areas that I wanted watching – just in case of trouble.A friend of a friend designed a really flashy website for Sarah, we upped her prices considerably and she became the no 1 escort in Manchester within 6 months.I used to love watching her work on my smart phone – she was such a pro – if a guy booked for 60 minutes he was gone satisfied in 59 lolWithin a year I bought her a brand new convertible car for her birthday and the year after I proposed to her just as she was about to go on an all nighter ….. not sure if the client had a good time or not but I certainly did when I picked her up in the morning.We became more adventurous as the months went on – she loved that both of us were bi and often we would goto Canal Street to find another bi couple to fuck senseless overnight – just because we liked it ….. and we loved watersports …. i remember the first time she did it outside a pub in the city centre – she was commando as usual wearing a mini skirt and heels, she just squatted down, spread her pussy lips with her fingers and pissed onto the pavement – not caring who was watching …….. anal became the norm as well, she loved fucking my arse wearing a strapon – just as much as I loved fucking hers.It became pure debauchery … and we loved it …..We still had a problem though – I had proposed to her, she had accepted but in Muslim tradition I had to tell my parents and get their agreement to marry a non Muslim girl (who was a hooker, escort and basically a whore)That my friends will possibly be Part 3 – possibly??Steve

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