.." Kiara said.Simba then noticed the cut on one of her legs."Hey, what happened to you?" Simba asked."Oh, I'd rather not say..." Kiara started, with ... vague feeling of shame in her voice."Kiara, I'm your father, don't be afraid to talk to me about your problems." Simba quickly responded."Your sure you won't be mad at me?" Kiara asked with a look of hurt on her face."I'm sure I won't if you'd just tell me how you got that cut on your leg." Simba answered.Kiara rolled her eyes, as if there was. I pushed her to the bed and pulled off her shirt. She was wearing a blue bra. I took off my shirt and threw it away. I pushed her and asked her if she had any rope or thread. Luckily she had a small cotton rope in her cupboard.I tied her hands together to the bedpost. She was excited about this naughty venture and was moaning all the time. I had taken off her bra before tying her to the bed. I went onto her right away. I kept my mouth on her neck and started kissing gently. I suckled on her. Michael grabbed my hand and pulled me up and out the chamber, down passages, past the tourists, up the stairs, out the gate and into the heat of the morning sun. I gasped for air, but Michael pulled me further along. “We should have helped him.” I could barely breathe. “How?” asked Michael. “Ghammal is fucking dead.” “The police. We have to let the authorities know.” “What can we tell them?” Michael was right. “I don’t want to rot in an Egyptian jail for the rest of my life.” The warm sun. The nearly thirty something year old brunette leaned forward to check out her screen; had there been any male students in the room they would have checked Miss Williams out. Her features were the make of a natural beauty, her curves just perfect. Many students tried to get a glimpse down Miss Long's blouses, some even knocked pencils and pens off their desk hoping she'd be nice enough to lean over to give them a view of her perfectly formed C-Cup breasts. Even when she wore her glasses (which.