“Just look at her...”

“Who man?”

“Her over there in the red coat, all high and mighty like she’s the queen of the streets”

“That’s Poppy, she kind of is Queen of the streets.”

“But why? Why is she so important?”

“Because she is, she’s done so much for everyone round here. I bet she gave you all your clothes.”

“No she didn’t, I got them from the shelter.”

“Where do you think the shelter got the clothes you daft cunt, and all the food. It comes from Poppy’s charity.”

“Yeah, but why did she get to be so important? She was just lucky, she escaped when she should have died. She’s just a whore, she doesn’t deserve to live. And now all of Kenzie’s guys have been wiped out, that’s all her fault. She should be dead, they should be alive. It’s so hard to get high now man, you don’t know who to trust anymore, and it’s all that whore’s fault.”

“I don’t see it that way Spider.”

“Well, you’re wrong, and she needs to pay.”

“Sorry man, but you’re on your own there, Spider.”

“Nah mate, I’m not, you’ll see.”

Walt stood and collected his stuff, “I’m staying well away from that shit,” he mumbled as he shuffled away.

Poppy pulled a bunch of keys from her bag, she riffled through them until she found the right key for the big padlock securing the storage unit shutters.

Belle looked inside as the shutters clattered upwards, ‘Oh wow,” she gasped, “there’s so much stuff today.”

“Yeah, it’s amazing what a glimpse of cleavage can do in room full of middle-aged men.”

Belle switched on the lights and wandered around the storage unit, she listed everything she saw on a clipboard.

“What’s this?” she asked, holding a brown vegetable aloft.

“I think that’s a sweet potato.’

“Sweet potato! What’s one of those?”

“I think you use them in casseroles and soup and stuff.”

“Cool, we’ve got,” she leant over and read the label, “300 kilos of them, that’s a lot of soup.”

“I hope we’ve got a lot of onions, we’ll be needing them.”

“Err, we’ve got 4, 5, 6 boxes of brown onions. Nope, found another one, 7 boxes. It’s too heavy to lift, so yeah, we’ve got lots of onions. Oh look, we’ve a 25 kilo sack of mixed herbs as well, and some big jars of spices. I think we can do something with this lot. Amazing work Poppy, and extra credit to your boobies.”

Belle made a full list of ingredients, then she sat on a pallet of flour and started to think about what to cook.

After a while she looked up, Poppy was reading a book, she knew not to disturb her sister when she was working out her menus.

“What are you reading?”

“One of dad’s books, The Temple of Fire.”

“Oh, I’ve not read that, any good?”

“It’s not his best, Cassandra’s in it. It’s an early book, she’s not very well defined. She sounds proper sexy but doesn’t have much personality.”

“Can I borrow it when you’re done?”

“Of course you can. Anyway, what are we cooking?”

“Do we have any butter?”

“Not yet, how much do you need?”

“I don’t know, I’ll just check.”

Belle pulled out her elderly Nokia, now in a pink case emblazoned with Hello Kitty stickers.

“Hey Mr Newbold, it’s Belle. Sorry to disturb you on a Sunday, but I need a bit of advice. I’ve got 150 kilos of onions, 900 kilos of veg, mostly sweet potatoes and carrots, 5 trays of canned sweetcorn and petit pois, loads of herbs and spices and about a tonne of flour. So, I’m thinking about making a load of pies and soup. How much butter will I need for shortcrust pastry tops?”

Belle listened for a while, making notes at the bottom of her list of ingredients.

“Amazing, thanks again Mr Newbold ... yeah, we’ll be cooking this lot over in Karim’s commercial kitchen. Oh fantastic, yeah, we’ll be there about 2:30, see you then.”

She put her phone away and added up some numbers.

“Do you think you could get me 100 kilos of butter from somewhere?”

Poppy smiled as she opened another button on her polo shirt, “leave it with me.”

Belle picked up her phone again as Poppy headed across the car park to the wholesale food market.

“Hey Jeremy, we’ll need a pretty big van, today’s haul is huge. We’re almost ready, Poppy’s just collecting the last ingredient. Yeah, 30 minutes will be fine.”

Belle was just finishing the second page of Poppy’s book as she saw her walking back, leading a lad pushing a porter-trolley loaded with boxes.

“Thanks hun, just pop the boxes by the door.”

The lad unloaded the heavy boxes and stacked them where Poppy indicated, “what are you doing with this lot?” he asked.

“We’re going to turn everything into pies and soup to feed the homeless,” Belle told him as he straightened his glasses.

“Just you two, cooking this lot?”

“Oh no,” Poppy laughed, “Belle is the head chef, she works out the recipe, then we’ve got dozens of volunteers who will help cook everything, then dozens more who’ll take the food out to every corner of the city.”

“Oh man, that’s amazing, err, oh yeah, my boss says you need eggs and milk as well, for the pastry, I’ll go fetch them.”

“Well, he fancies you,” Belle laughed as the lad ran back across the lot with his trolley, “and who can blame him.”

He came running back with a carrier bag, “here’s a dozen eggs and 6 litres of milk, my boss says this should be plenty for the amount of pastry you’re making.”

Poppy thanked him, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, which made him blush bright red, he turned on his heels and ran back to the market.

“Awww, did you see how red he went? He definitely won’t sleep tonight.”

“He looked terrified, do you think he thought I’d eat him or something?”

“I’ve no idea how boys work,” Belle replied, “but I’m happy for you to kiss me for a bit while we wait for Jeremy’s van.”

It had been a strange and wonderful six months for Poppy and Belle. Well, in truth a strange few years, but only the last six months could be described as wonderful.

Both girls met on the streets, Poppy was 14 years old and had been homeless for about 18 months by the time she found 13-year-old Belle huddled amongst the bins behind Paddington Station.

Belle was waiting to die after running away from home. Her predatory uncle had won custody after the deaths of her parents, the community police officer dealing with Belle’s case, knowing just what Belle’s uncle Liam was, but unable to prove it, helped her run away.

Poppy had escaped from an abusive household, her mother, Nikki, was a prostitute, addicted to drugs and in a violent relationship with her dealer.

Poppy gave Belle her burger and took her to the squat she shared with several women and girls. From that moment on Belle loved Poppy, and Poppy grew to love Belle.

They were inseparable until their squat was demolished and they were torn apart, Poppy’s downward spiral led her away from the safety Belle sought with two girls in the tunnels below Kings Cross station.

Poppy was kidnapped by a sadistic drug dealer who, along with several others, spent a few days raping and torturing her. She escaped when the last of the men fell asleep.

She would have died from her injuries if Alex hadn’t found her at a disused bus stop across from his house in the leafy suburbs of Wimbledon. He took her home, and along with his sister and her girlfriend, they healed her body, and her mind.

Once she was well, Poppy, along with Katie, her girlfriend, went in search of Belle, they found her in Kings Cross station and took her home.

Alex, and his partner DC Jenny Wilde, adopted all three girls, and then took in a fourth, Lia, who became Katie’s steady girlfriend.

Along the way, Poppy decided that she needed to share her good fortune with others, so she set up a charity to feed and help street kids. Using contacts she’d made on the streets, and Alex’s contacts via his publisher, her charity quickly grew in scale, and they were regularly feeding hundreds of people three nights a week.

They were lost in their kiss when a loud cough brought them round.

Poppy looked round, “hey Jeremy, we were, err, bored waiting for you.”

“Yeah right. Jump down off that pallet and give the lads a hand loading the van.”

Jeremy was a complex character. If you were going to describe a typical Salvation Army worker you probably wouldn’t mention stuff like 6 foot 5 inches tall, built like a wrestler, head as bald and round as a bowling ball, along with a multitude of facial tattoos.

But that’s Jeremy, he’s simultaneously the kindest man you’ve ever met, and utterly terrifying.

His team tortured and killed many of the men who abused Poppy and other girls.

His team also provide most of the muscle to distribute Poppy’s food, clothing and personal hygiene products to the kids on the streets of London.

Jeremy became inextricably linked to Poppy when he saved her life not once, but twice while she was on the streets. Getting her clean of drugs on both occasions, tending to her wounds, both physical and mental, at the same time. He loved Poppy like a daughter, and his link to Poppy led him to become good friends with Alex, Jenny and the family, often visiting the house in Wimbledon for charity meetings and meals.

The kitchen was only half a mile down the road, so it took longer to load and unload the van than it did to drive there but carrying the best part of two tonnes of food would have taken a good deal longer.

Belle’s food tech teacher, Mr Newbold (who kept trying, and failing, to get them to call him Keiron, “you’re a teacher, it’s against the law for me to use your Christian name”) was waiting outside as they pulled up at the loading dock.

Belle was almost jumping with excitement as she climbed out of the van and saw him waiting, “Hey Mr Newbold, thanks for coming. It’s so much fun in this kitchen, you’ll have the best time.”

As the rest of the volunteers arrived, they formed a human chain, unloading the produce and stacking it all neatly around the kitchen, Belle instructing everyone where each box should go, nearest the machine that would process it.

Belle wrote the recipes on two large whiteboards and set everyone to work, Mr Newbold wanted to make the pasty topper for the sweet potato pie, so she showed him how to operate the huge pastry machine.

“So, I just throw everything into the big hoppers?”

“Yep.”

“Well, that’s no fun,” he replied.

“Ahh, the fun part is watching it all happen from the catwalk above. Also, you get to crack a dozen eggs to make the egg wash and apply it with a big paintbrush.”

“I guess that will be fun.”

Belle gave him a quick hug, “I sometimes I wish I could do this is class, but I guess you’d get arrested.”

“I’m not even supposed to hug my students outside of class.”

“But you’re gay, surely nobody would suspect you of being inappropriate with me.”

“Ahh, well, I’m not sure how you know that, I’m not out.”

“I knew the first time I saw you, and don’t worry, we’re not going to tell anyone. Anyway, me and Poppy, we’ve got secrets that would make your eyes bleed.”

“Err, well, err. I’ll get to work then. I don’t want to pry and get blood in the pie.”

Belle stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, “definitely not, I’ve enough trouble listing all the allergens in the food without adding human blood into the mix.”

A couple of hours later the first pies emerged from the huge ovens whilst the soup crew started to fill huge 10-gallon cans with delicious smelling mixed veg broth.

Belle watched the work from the catwalk, Poppy climbed the ladder to join her, “you’ve done great today, this is like a proper factory, everyone is working so well. And the food, it smells amazing.”

“Does it taste OK?”

“I’ve not tried the pie, but the soup is lovely.”

“I think next time they let us use this place, I’d like to make some bread, but it takes so long to make it properly, so I’ll have to cheat like they do making regular sliced bread, and then it won’t be so good.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something we could do, maybe make the dough the day before or something.”

“Mmm, that’s an idea, I’ll have a think. Anyway, it’s too hot in here, I’m going outside to get some fresh air.”

“You do that, I’ll go check with on the drivers.”

“Thanks Poppy.”

An hour later the vans, cars, scooters and bikes started rolling, sending the food out to every shelter, squat and railway arch they could manage.

Poppy had been so busy it wasn’t until the last van left she realised she’d not seen Belle return from her walk.

“Hey, Jeremy, have you seen Belle?”

“No, I thought she was with you.”

“Mr Newbold, have you seen Belle?”

“No, I haven’t, not for a while, she was on the walkway upstairs last time I saw her.”

Poppy started to panic, she ran from room to room, checked the offices, break room, toilets, showers.

Her pulse racing, she ran outside, “Belle! Belle!” she cried.

Poppy ran round the building until she saw Belle’s phone on the floor, “JEREMY!” she screamed, running back into the factory, “JEREMY! Someone’s taken Belle, she’s gone, she’s been kidnapped.”

“How do you know? She’s probably just wandered off somewhere.”

“Belle never goes anywhere without telling me. She went out for air over an hour ago. I was so busy sorting the despatches I forgot to check on her.”

Belle’s phone rang, Poppy dropped it in shock, Jeremy deftly reached down and caught it, handing it to her.

“Hello, who’s this?”

“You don’t know me, but you took away all my dealers, so now I’ve got something of yours.”

“WHO ARE YOU?” Poppy screamed, but she was shouting at dead air, the caller was gone, she checked the log, a withheld number.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Oh fuck Jeremy, someone’s got Belle, what can I do?’

“You can start by sitting down and taking plenty of deep breaths, then give me that phone.”

Poppy squatted on the floor by the loading dock, she took several deep breaths before she tossed the phone to Jeremy. He pocketed it and pulled out his own phone.

“Hey Alex, Jeremy, you need to get over here quick, bring Jenny, and Helen. Yeah, Karim’s, and double quick, OK.”

He cut that call and immediately dialled again, ‘Hey Terry, get your arse over to Karim’s kitchen ... I don’t care what you’re doing, come here now, bring your laptop and every phone lead you’ve got, I need you to do your stuff.”

And again, “Jonno, bring every weapon we’ve got, all of them ... I don’t care, bring them, we have a code one emergency, Karim’s. There will be one police officer here, but she’s cool.”

His calls completed Jeremy squatted beside Poppy and wrapped her in his arms. She was shaking with fear and anger.

“I’ll kill them, all of them. Anyone who touches a hair on her head is dead, they just don’t know it yet.”

“That’s my job Poppy, I’m here to keep the dirt off your hands.”

“NO! You’re here to keep me safe, it’s my job to keep Belle safe, and I’ve failed.”

“You’ve not failed, nobody can watch a person 24/7, look how often I let you down. We’ll sort this, don’t you worry.”

They sat together waiting, silent tears running down Poppy’s cheeks and soaking into Jeremy’s shirt, he barely noticed as he fumed and schemed.

They were brought round by the squeal of tyres and slamming of doors as the first people arrived.

“Oh my god! What’s happened?” Jenny cried as she threw herself down beside Poppy.

Poppy looked up, her face streaked with tears and makeup, “she’s gone, someone’s taken her...”

“Belle?”

“Yes,” Poppy cried as the silent tears turned into a torrent.

Helen moved in and took Poppy from Jeremy and carried her to a chair in a nearby office.

“Tell me what happened,” Helen asked quietly, remaining deliberately calm to try and quieten Poppy’s tears.

“She went out for some air, that was ages ago and I didn’t think to check on her, and now I’ve lost her forever!”

“Shush, you’re rushing ahead and blaming yourself, it’s not your fault. What happened next?”

Jenny pulled up a seat, sitting next to Poppy she cradled her daughter’s head in her lap, running fingers through Poppy’s long hair as she sobbed and tried to tell the story.

“I’d finished sending out the food when I realised I’d not seen her come back, nobody had seen her for an hour, I checked, so I went looking and I found her phone on the floor...”

The tears came again, she couldn’t talk though the sobs that wracked her body.

Jeremy pulled out Belle’s phone, “they called Poppy on Belle’s phone, by the sound of things it’s the guy Parker and Westley worked for.”

“Oh fuck!” Jenny cried before she could stop herself.

“You know him?” Jeremy asked.

“I know of him.”

“Do the Met know of him?”

“Nothing concrete, we know a name, Mikey, that’s all, we know he’s well protected.”

“Do you know any addresses?”

“Again, nothing concrete, just vague ideas about businesses he owns in the East End.”

Jeremy looked at Poppy, she’d stopped sobbing but the tears were still running.

“OK, what are the ground rules?”

Jenny looked around the room, Jeremy, Alex, Helen, Katie, Lia, some guy she’d never seen before.

“There are no rules,” she said quietly, “just get her back.”

Across the city, north of the river, in a disused workshop in Barking, Belle was blazing. She was tied to a chair, and she was berating the man pointing a gun at her midsection.

“Have you any fucking idea what you’ve done? Any. Idea. At. All?”

“We’ve got you taped to a chair and if you don’t shut the fuck up I’ll start removing limbs.”

“You can do whatever the fuck makes you happy, but as of now your hours are numbered. Poppy will come after you and kill everyone, probably slowly, so slowly you’ll regret the day your dad forgot to wear a fucking condom.”

Belle fought hard as he wrapped a length of gaffer tape round her head. He held her head still as he carefully poked holes in the tape over each nostril before he left her alone, still fighting against the tape holding her to the chair.

Jeremy motioned the new guy across and introduced him to Jenny.

“This is Terry, my hacker. Are you OK if he hacks the phone to trace the last call?”

“It’ll take me hours to get a warrant to do the same, so have at it.”

Jeremy gave Terry the Nokia.

“Be careful with it,” Poppy whispered hoarsely, her voice broken by the tears, “Belle will be furious if you break it.”

Terry crouched in front of Poppy, “I’m going to have to open it up,” he said softly, “there’s no socket I can plug any of my leads into on these phones. The back comes off real easy though,” he slid it off to show her, “and I’ll just clip a couple of wires onto the board. Once I’m done it’ll go back together, no-one will ever know.”

Poppy smiled weakly, “thank you.”

“Syd, why’s she taped to the chair like that?”

“She’s a fighter boss...”

“She’s a little girl...”

“She took one of Mario’s eyes out and broke his leg!”

“Mario is careless, I was going to kill him anyway, she’s saved me a job. Now untie her so we can have some fun.”

Syd cautiously approached Belle, he pulled out a knife and popped the blade.

Syd was also careless, he cut the tape binding Belle’s right arm first. Belle wasn’t careless, in a blur of motion she grabbed Syd’s hair and slammed his face into the chair arm. He was unconscious long before he slid to the floor.

Which is when Belle realised her mistake.

Syd had taped not just her arms and legs, her whole body was taped to the chair, so she couldn’t reach forwards.

“Fuck, I should have grabbed the knife,” she thought just before Mario hit the back of her head with something very hard.

“Oh man, I like you...” she heard Mikey laugh as she blacked out.

Terry took Belle’s phone outside, the metal structure of the building was blocking the mobile data signal to his laptop, Katie and Lia followed him outside to watch him work.

“Are you checking I don’t break the phone,” he said with a smile.

“Not really, I wanted to watch you work,” Katie replied, “but yeah, I kind of want to make sure you don’t break our sister’s phone.”

“Why does a teenage girl have a phone like this? Why doesn’t she have an iPhone?”

“It’s a long story. When Poppy had been rescued by Alex, but before she was sure Alex would take in other girls, she sent her a phone so she could keep in touch with Belle. It wasn’t perfect as Belle lived in a very hard to find room under Kings Cross station, but they could send texts back and forth.

“Now she’s safe, or at least she was,” Katie corrected herself sadly, “Alex said she could have a new phone, but she insists on keeping the Nokia, she says it’s all she needs, and it’s a memento of a difficult time, when Poppy first reached out to try to bring her back.”

“Ahh, that makes sense. Luckily, the security on these phones is woeful, it’s easy for me to tap into the processor and bring up all the details about the last call, which is this jumble of data on my laptop screen.”

Katie and Lia moved either side of Terry and looked at his screen.

“What does all that mean,” Lia asked, not unreasonably, considering all she could see was a very long string of text and symbols.

“Ahh, it means nothing to humans, but when I feed it into my system back at the office it will bring back the exact location, well almost exact, give or take about 50 metres, of the phone that made the call.”

“So you have to go to the office now?”

“Oh no, I can access my office server from here.”

Belle’s phone rang again, Terry removed his connectors and gave the phone to Katie, “give this to Poppy, she needs to answer it.”

She ran inside and rushed over to Poppy, who heard it ringing and grabbed it from Katie before it stopped.

“Who is this?”

“Oh, let’s not ask the same questions again, you don’t need to know who I am, just know that your girl has killed one of my men, and hurt another one quite badly. Now I’m not a vindictive man, Poppy, I don’t hold it against her, she was just defending herself.

“I’m telling you this because you need to know that what I’m about to do to Belle is not because of what she did to my men, it’s because of what you did to my men.”

Poppy was about to throw the phone across the room in anger, Katie grabbed her wrist and took the phone back.

“We need this in one piece, and Belle will need it when we get her back,” she said softly, her other hand tenderly caressing Poppy’s cheek, “we will get her back, Terry can find Mikey’s phone.”

She ran back outside, Terry reconnected the Nokia to his laptop, he grabbed the data from the last call and ran a routine to compare the two calls while he established a connection to his server back at the office.

“See that first block of data on each call?”

Katie looked closely at the screen, “sorry, it’s still gibberish.”

“Ha, yes, it is, it’s also identical. He’s not moved, well he’s probably moved a little, but not much, he’s still attached to the same cell tower.”

“So that’s good news?”

“It very much is good news, now give me two minutes and I’ll have a location.”

Katie ran to the door and shouted inside “Jeremy, we’ll know where he is in a couple of minutes.”

Jeremy pulled out his phone, “Jonno, where the fuck are you? I don’t care, just bring what you’ve got to Karim’s now, we need to be rolling in two minutes. If you’re not here by then I’ll cut you into small pieces and feed you to the rats at the docks.”

“Shit,” Katie whispered to Lia, “I don’t think he’s kidding either, I’ve never seen Jeremy this angry.”

“You think this is angry Jeremy?” Terry replied, “you should have seen him when Poppy disappeared, that was a tense few days until she got in touch again. He wore the carpet out pacing and ranting at whoever dared to enter the room.”

“Oh god,” Lia whispered, “he must really love Poppy.”

“You don’t know, do you?” Terry replied, looking at both girls in turn.

“Know what?”

“Ahh, forget I said anything,” Terry replied, looking back at his laptop, concentrating on the progress bar on his database.

Katie pulled Lia to one side, “did he just hint what I think he hinted?”

“I think he did...”

Further discussion on the topic halted when Terry exclaimed “Got him!”

Katie ran inside to fetch Jeremy as Lia looked at the map on the screen, “I know that place,” she said, “it’s an old bus workshop behind a retail park, we used to squat there for a while, but these guys chased us off. We moved a little ways down to an empty taxi office, we watched them bring a load of crates of stuff in a few days later.”

“Ha ahh!” Terry replied as he tapped a few keys, “let’s have a look at the power draw from the nearest substation ... mmm ... yep, that unit is using a lot of power.”

“Where is she?” Jeremy asked sharply as he approached, a forlorn Poppy holding his hand tightly.

“err, I’m sorry love, I didn’t catch your name...”

“It’s Lia, and this is Katie.”

“Lia recognised the location, it’s the old bus garage behind a retail park in Barking, over the road from the Travelodge.”

Jeremy thought for a moment, “yes, I know the place, it used to be a squat for a while.”

“That’s why I know it, I used to live there. We were turfed out by a load of guys one day, they moved boxes of equipment in after we’d gone.”

“I’ve checked the power grid,” Terry added, “they’re using a lot of electricity, probably a meth lab.”

“Ahh shit, we’ll need to be careful, we don’t want the place to blow up with Belle still in there. Now where the fuck is Jonno with the guns.”

Belle came to slowly, her eyes struggling to focus on the room. Her head hurt, a lot, and she felt really sorry for the time she knocked out Jade at school for slapping her.

She was on a table, lying face down, she tried to move, she was stuck fast to the table. As she wriggled, she crinkled. Someone had actually fastened her to the table with clingfilm, a lot of clingfilm, her arms were fixed to her sides.

She pursed her lips, she could feel they were free of tape, which is probably why she could feel her cheeks stinging like a bitch, although that pain was minor compared to the horrible fucking headache.

“Ahh, you’re awake. I was worried I’d killed you. That would have been a shame, I was so looking forward to having a little fun with you for a few days before I have to dispose of you.

“It’s annoying that so few girls last more than a day or two with me, they have this unfortunate habit of dying on me after a while. I don’t mind fucking them for a bit after they’ve died, but the smell gets bad, so in the grinder they go.

“You know, pigs absolutely love human meat, they go wild when I throw a couple of girls in the pen. Every now and again I give them an extra treat and throw one in there before she’s dead.”

Belle had figured this was going to happen, she’d reasoned with herself that she could cope with being raped. She was gay, always was, always would be. She liked having sex with Alex, no, she loved having sex with Alex, and he loved having sex with her.

Helen had told her that just because she enjoyed sex with one man, that didn’t mean she’s not gay. It’s the man that’s important, not the sex with a penis. She loved Alex, she really, really loved Alex. He’s so nice, so warm and friendly, and she loved nothing more than clinging to him while they slept.

That didn’t stop her being gay, absolutely not. She could go for the rest of her life without another penis inside her, but she couldn’t live without Poppy.

Belle had also decided the bang on the head probably wasn’t the last of the pain she’d feel either.

This is where she was worried, she’s not Poppy.

Poppy could stand a beating. In fact, she admitted to enjoying a bit of pain if it was applied the right way, she said it heightened the excitement of sex.

Belle couldn’t understand that at all and wasn’t looking forward to finding out if Poppy was right.

She felt something cold and wet on her bum cheeks, then she felt hands massaging them, ahh, so she wasn’t completely covered in clingfilm.

Slowly a finger worked its way inside her arsehole.

Oh no, this is not good. She could take a cock in her pussy no problem, Poppy said Alex had the biggest dick she’d ever had, and she’d had a lot of cocks. Belle had never had anal sex though. She’d used a butt plug, it was fun, especially to give an extra thrill during sex. Poppy had used a strap-on to fuck her ass, that dildo was pretty slim, only slightly bigger than her little butt plug.