He took off his shirt and jeans, sat naked on the sofa, his cock erect, signalling her to come to him. She placed herself on top of him, “Do you wan... it little one?”, “yes please Sir”, “what do you want?”, “Sir I want your hard cock deep into my pussy Sir”, he held her hips, looking into her eyes, the silence was all around them, he pushed her hard onto his cock, with her pussy filling hard and fast, she cried out, she moved upon his cock, with his guiding her with her hips, up and down, taking. The door begins to creak open, I turn my head to see a black silhouette standing there in the doorway. It was daddy & he totally got the message. Indian men aren't quick to get in on it so he spent his time climbing up on the bed, lying on top of me & kissing my neck & blowing into my ear. He liked my earlobe, continuously suckling on it & whispering Indian words into me. I didn't know what he was saying, but I kinda hated it. He could be saying love poetry, I hated it. I gripped the bed frame. "I sighed. "Fine." I stood up from the table. "Sorry, Cindy, I've gottaswing."Tim looked nervous. "Um... swing? What'cha talkin' about, Charlie?"Cindy giggled again. "I've known longer than you, Mr. Boyfriend, don'tworry about it. Besides, swing could mean anything, doesn't necessarilymean swinging from a web."He blushed. "Oh. I didn't, um... I didn't know."I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Tim, let's get going."***Timmy and I exited the elevator just as Ms. Adamsen was being yelled atby Mr. Brindleson.. She had built some strength up in me again, and now we were making good progress together. Mataoka took a much more meandering route, often going from tree to tree rather than walking in the open between them, and I began to appreciate that we were now leaving far fewer signs that we’d passed. Were we still being tracked? If Mataoka had been the Indian behind me whom I had seen on the ridge, where there more behind her? Was it her they were chasing? Why had Mataoka come to me?And still we.