For the first time since waking up in Grandfather Bear’s forest clearing, Logan felt in control of some small part of his life. He had the power of ...ife and death in his hands. It felt good, like the first hit of a powerful drug.That he was capable of gleeful brutality was terrifying.He looked up to see Beauty watching him with her unreadable, golden cat eyes. Logan saw no judgment there, no second-guessing, and for that, he was both grateful and envious.Sitting there in their crude, little. Not at me precisely, more towards my breasts. I had to turn away and look out of the window for fear that she would see the smile spread across my lips. I want to know what she really thinks about me. I hope it’s the same as what I’m thinking about her.Before I left today, I ran back and hugged Poppy. I think I would have kissed her if the ground crew were not present. But I have to confess to you, my trusty journal, at that moment, I knew. In my heart, I knew that Poppy and I would – one day –. The cords, it turns out, were cleverly designed so I could tie myself spreadeagled to the bed--which is what I was asked to do. I could tie my legs, then the ties for my arms were made so I could tie chords to my wrists, then attach them with a kind of snap/hook to chords tied to the upper corners of the bed. The bag also had a Walkman, a blindfold, and a gag. I was instructed to put on the earphones with the music turned up loud, blindfold myself, then hook the cords to my arms so I was. .. Uumpphh!? Rasping with each halting breath, pumping her own fist back and forth between her quivering, bowing thighs, tweaking, pinching, tugging her aching nipple with her other hand as if they were his, she hazily hears more of the anguished sounds from the open entry mixing with her own. Mesmerized by the sight of at least a full foot of the thick dark cock burrowing in and out of the girl’s gyrating body, her bound legs seeming to impossibly split even further apart with each of his.