She started to scream behind the tape when he finished, and then felt the knife blade press to her side. ‘What did I tell you, Princess? I’m done...hearing you talk,’ he growled into her ear, ‘Do not make me use this.’ He was so close that Cass could feel his breath on her ear, and over her fear a sense of excitement started to grow. She then felt disgust that what she felt, and started to feel desperation about her situation. Tears began to form in her eyes and fall down her cheeks in rivers of. The scars on my hands, arms, and legs I’d gained from years of working with sharp tools and daily workouts, were gone. The scar on my thigh from an Iraqi bullet was gone. Two of a set of three scars, that I hadn’t paid attention to in years, were still there.I’d undergone a long growth spurt between my thirteenth and sixteenth birthdays, gaining over a foot in those three short years. As a result, that time in my life had been marked by extreme clumsiness and resulted in one major scar per. I held it hard. I would not let go. ‘Thanks for helping me out back there.’ He smiled. ‘I did nothing. Peter, what was that you hit him with?’ Peter’s smile widened. ‘It is called a short straight right in boxing circles. I studied boxing and ju-jitsu for years.’ He laughed. It had a musical quality to it. This was the first he had laughed and I loved hearing it. ‘But this is the first fight I have been in since Lincoln Scott kicked my ass in tenth grade!’ I smiled and settled back in the. They came closer towards me and as I approached I sat up a little and moved my hands towards their crotches and began to rub them. I opened my legs wider and my skirt rode higher. They had stiff cocks already. If I was not careful then they might come in their pants. But I wanted a little bit more than that. I pulled one’s hand towards my breasts and the other’s hand between my legs. With one hand on my tits one lad began to french kiss me, full on. The other lad pushed my legs further apart.