”And so, that evening, I scarpered – alone. Just me and the horse and the boots and the bloody hatchet, which dad never wanted to see, ever again....Eliza had given me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I had kept away from ma, and pa had just given me a nod before he’d turned and returned to comfort her. Johnathon and the twins had kept away from me, too, scared and not understanding, with no idea what had really happened that fateful afternoon.I turned and went to get the horse that I’d hidden from. Picking up a silk scarf and the digital camera, I returned to the otherroom to find him struggling to get free with the useless keys. His armswere locked over his head in the cuffs to a chain that was wrappedaround the center post in the headboard. He had a look of terror in hiseyes as I approached the bed and grabbed the keys from his hand."Having trouble with the keys sweetie? Why didn't you tell me about allthis?" You will pay for keeping this a secret and sneaking around."As I walked. To Kieren there was nothing sweeter than the taste of her, nothing more satisfying than the feel of her softness against his strength. This is what he had waited so long for. He felt her body answer the heart of the question that thundered within him.“Are you mine?”Iona’s very being susurrated, “Yes.”Kieren could feel the hum of it sing to him as he laid her across the bed, his lips hungrily gliding down the column of her neck.Iona had yearned for so long to feel the weight of his body atop. Like a limp doll she flopped back on the couch and moaned helplessly as my tongue demolished her. My hands were busy during this time, too. Those boyish breasts were the delight of my fingertips, and now and then I would squeeze the hard cheeks of her ass to improve on the illusion. She was like a boy in so many ways... but her cunt was one hundred percent female, there was no doubt about that. The rich, piquant juices poured out of her as though she'd sprung a leak, to trickle in rivulets over.