Lilly was ten when her mom died. She had always been a strong willed child, and she turned out to be my anchor and my reason to go on. We did not come...here last year because my heart was not in it. There were too many memories, and I was not ready to remember.The day of Jen's death had been bittersweet. It was bitter because of the loss. The sweet part took six months to discover. Jen had been the one that picked up the "Power Ball" ticket. I had never even checked the ticket, that is, until. Was only in my underwear and she was fondling with my thighs and i was really hard. She was also felling this. She started touching my penis and the touch was irresistible. I quickly unbuttoned her. She was wearing a bra. Her tight nipples were bulging out of the bra. I had never seen such a view. I started pressing her boobs really hard. I slipped my hand under skirt and started caressing her ass and pressing it. I was very near her ass-hole. I was pressing her boobs really hard with one hand. She had a devilish grin on her face. My face must have still looked confused because she continued.“How else am I supposed to track you?” She asked, in a somewhat mocking tone.She gestured with a nod of her head towards the woods, “Run!”Well, that’s that I guess. I fled, naked, running north towards the caves and cornfield. It’s not really a cornfield, but it reminds me of one back home. The particular plant that grows there is tall enough to conceal both runners and predators and it often. I saw Master Brian reach in his bag and pull out a length of thin rope and as he walked back to me he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes, "I bet you are wondering what I am going to do with this." As I nodded yes, he knelt down in front of meand played the rope over my cock. As good as that felt I knew that making my cock feel good was not what he had in mind. With a well practiced flip of his wrist, Master Brian tied a loop around my balls and then started to tightly wind the rope around the.