He needed her now, like he had needed no one else. ‘Yeah,’ she said, concerned. His voice was raspy. ‘You just come home. I’m here.’ Gavin clicked the phone shut and closed his eyes. All he with certainty was that if Chris ever hurt Cassie, Gavin would kill him. — Ann shrieked as Cassie splashed water on her, and retaliated by splashing her right back. Chris watched with James from the water’s edge as the two got into a water fight. ‘When you behave like that, you have me convinced that you’re both about nine,’ Chris called, grinning when both Ann and Cassie stuck their tongues out at him. His father smiled as he saw them. It was something that had been missing from their lives for far too long. ‘Yeah? Look who’s talking,’ Ann retorted. ‘Cassie, wasn’t he the one we caught in the kitchen in the morning today stealing cookies?’ ‘I wasn’t stealing,’ Chris started to say when Cassie doused him with a wave of cold water. ‘You talk too much,’ she said, a cheeky grin on her face,. Before moving to the other side to my other arm up, she kisses me lightly on the lips. I lean forward to try and deepen the kiss, but she slowly retreats and laughs lightly. She ties my other arm and then my legs. I struggle lightly to test my bonds. I can only move a few inches with each limb. She then crawls up to me. Her cold hands are flat on my skin as she slowly moves down to kiss me again. This time she allows me to prolong the kiss, but when I try to use my tongue she retreats again. She straddles my waist as she slowly feels down my body to grab my already hard cock. She jerks it slowly as she starts to rub the head of my penis against her pussy lips. I groan and try to thrust up, to feel my cock inside of her. But the bonds restrain me, and she laughs again as I try. It isn’t a cruel, laugh. It was more a laugh of satisfaction. Some alien joy. She wasn’t laughing at me, or with me. Her voice is always light like crystal bells. She teases me some more. She moves so that my.
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