I was working behind the bar when Tyler walked in. He was a lad of no older than 19, 6'1, skinhead, slim and sporting a white cap, trackies and footba...ll top. To me he was just one of the regulars, scrounging, filthy, vile and a terrible flirt.Tyler: Alright luv fosters.I poured it up as I saw his two friends walk over to the table by the jukebox and drink their pints they had just bought.Tyler: Aint seen you in here before...whats ya name.I spoke to him briefly and short but I could sense he. When Yvonne and I walked in, removing our own coats, he turned and smiled."You'll forgive my paranoia, but I want to wait for Chloe to return," I said before he could say anything. He merely nodded and waited with us.Chloe was back down within a minute. I took the laptop and sat down. Each of the girls sat on either side of me and I held out my hand inviting Michael to sit.He watched me open the laptop and boot it up. "You know Ral, I'm already password protected."I looked up. It must have been. I believe I told you the orphanage was on a farm? Well the boys and girls got different chores every morning. My sisters and I took care of the animals, cooked, cleaned, and learned homemaking skills, while the boys worked in the fields and outside. After lunch, we were home schooled, again in different rooms. At 5:00, we would be allowed to play until dinner. I was never really sure what to do, so I just followed my sisters around and did whatever they told me to do.”“Whatever they told you?. Wear your 1/4 cup bra. Wear your white jilbab, niqab and hijab.I was worried my bra and thong would be visible through my white clothes. I was too far in to start refusing my master now. I had to submit to his pleasure no matter the potential humiliation.I slid in the vibrator and put on my clothes. I sent pictures to my master as always.I got into work and it was just me and Robert. He explained the issues and we both worked in his office. He was sat behind his desk and I was sat on the.