As I start to plough into her from behind, the sensation of my hips and groin grinding against her gorgeous soft and wobbly, bum cheeks as I work up a...frantic rhythm is devine.Ordinarily I’d be looking to grab a hold of some hair as I begin to thrust deep inside her, but that’s not an option here. Instead I sink my weight down on top of her, so that my sweaty chest is lying on her back and my head nuzzles into the side of her face.She turns to look at me and I kiss her again, this time brief. "What?" Well, we were all planning on going out to dinner that night, shortly after you got home from school and got ready yourself. Dad was using the upstairs bathroom, so I came down to shower in yours. I'd just gotten undressed and was about to step in when mom entered bringing in some fresh towels which she told me she was going to do, so I wasn't surprised by that when she entered. What did surprise me was when she commented on how beautiful I looked, honestly standing there admiring my. . unblemished. New. But anyhow, like I said I'm in the witness protection program. Or I was, when I was still alive. And that's because of Ariel. She knew stuff, I knew stuff, and I had proof. Stuff that would send a really important man to jail for a really long time, like the rest of his worthless fucking life." Her voice got very hard as she said the last."Who?"I could hear her draw in a deep breath. "Bobby Golden. Senator Robert M. Golden to you and most other people. 'M' for 'murderous. "It's permanent," Lonji told her. "Well, as permanent as these things ever are." Kyla continued to marvel, running her fingers over her insanely soft netherlips. "I'm beautiful." "Come on," Lonji said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Let's go get you a coiffure." "A what?" Kyla asked as her wrists snapped together behind her back once more. "Your emblematic headdress," Lonji explained. "Few fleshbound ever get used to having bald heads, so a long time ago the practice started of sewing.