Oh So Desperate

I was 31, single, and well off financially, and I ran my own business. Never great with women, I usually pay for sex or find a woman desperate enough to provide it. Anyway its what I call my sex life. On one of my trips to the state capitol, I came across a woman really desperate. She was a single mother (27), recently forced to live on the streets. She was scared of all police cars as she thought they would take her daughter (1) away from her. Carrying her daughter and a plastic bag with all her belongings. She bumped into me, trying to keep out of sight of a passing police car. I could see the desperation on her face, so I offered a warm place to stay in return for sex, my standard offer. She was so desperate that she accepted straight away. Once back in my room, she showered and bathed her daughter. I added them to my room, which saves fuss with the hotel. While the daughter slept, I fucked her mother, and over the following three days, I enjoyed her company. On the final day before I was to return home, an idea came to me. Bring them back with me, that way I could continue our arrangement. She accepted, as she had nothing else better on offer. Once back home, with them living with me, I got them better clothes and hired the mother as my personal assistant. Weeks after our return, we were getting on very well, and I saw the arrangement as more of a relationship than what it had started as. So, being the desperate person I was, I decided to ask her to marry me. I thought it was my best chance to actually get a wife. More out of desperation on her part than anything else, she accepted my proposal. Once married, I adopted her daughter, and now, six years later. We are actually very happy together, no stress, and our daughter, now almost eight, is delighted to have two brothers.