.."She turns, toying with a piece of fruit. Her eyes can't seem to leave the floor. "I... we will. It's just... not right now. I really do have a lot ...f homework."And I know she's lying. She sucks at lying. But I drop it. Even though it hurts, I drop it. Because I'm not going to f0rce her to talk. Maybe I would've before, but this is... delicate. And I don't want to break whatever this is. Even though it already feels broken.And Carly disappears into her room, to do her 'homework'. And I don't. I bent, bracing my hands on the desk at either side of her hips, and put my face against the innocent white fabric of her panties. Her natural scent was ambrosial to the senses. I could feel the moisture leaking through the cloth against my nose and lips and it made my heart skip and my cock twitch, knowing that I was the one who had aroused her so. She groaned at me, widening her legs to their maximum, and I nuzzled against her clothed sex with my nose and teeth, teasing, nipping. Her hands. This must be Innes coming home from his daily work at the bank. He wheeled into the yard. The horse stood with his head hanging over the bottom half of the Dutch door. Even from this far away, we could see that he must have run the horse all the way.Innes missed the one step down from the seat. He still had the whip in his hand and slashed at the trembling horse. It jumped ahead. I hadn't noticed but a man had come around the corner of the barn and held the bridle. I recognized Mexican Pete and. What would happen now?The phone rang. It rang a second time before she realized it was her phone. She took off her blindfold and crawled towards the ringing phone. It was much darker than before, and a quick glance out the front window told her she was in some sort of garage.She answered the phone.“You did very well, Amaya,” Wesley said.“Thank you,” she said. Those two words couldn’t begin to express how much his approval meant to her.“You have a choice today,” he said. “Your first option is to.