Twenty minutes later she appeared again, wrapped in a bath towel. Her hair dripped onto her shoulders. She had a new mood of positivity, as if she had...decided to be on the front foot with this man who clearly wasn't aggressive, was probably harmless and with whom she could do anything her mother had. Because after all, she was better qualified than her mother.The fact that she had elected to emerge in this post-shower state rather than fully dressed gave me grounds for optimism. This was the. There was a knock at the door, he slowly walked over and opened it to find Beckett standing in his hallway, soaking wet from the torrential May shower. "Beckett, what do you want?" he asked a stern look on his face."You!" She said plainlyShe moved swiftly, reaching out with both hands to gently caress his face. Her kisses are passionate but fall upon unreceptive lips. "I'm so sorry Castle. I'm so sorry" She whispers, her arms wrapped around him. She kisses him one more time and he pushes her. "Ok bitch," I teased, bringing myself up behind her. I knew there was no way that Cush would be able to take 'my cock' without preparation. She was a strong willed girl but that wasn't going to save her when her arsehole was being forced open by a wrist thick dildo. I pressed the head up against her tight opening now, she still had time to change her mind."Are you ready bitch?" I asked her."Just give it to me!" she snapped back. That was it. I trust my hips forward but came up against immense. “You can take your glasses off.” She did so, placing them on the desk. “Get your purse. Do you have any money?” She picked up a small red cloth purse from the table next to her bed and looked inside, then back at me. “Some,” she said. Twenty-three dollars and some change.” “Alright, come on.” I took her hand and headed toward the door. “Where are we going?” she asked as I pulled the door open. “Shopping.” When we reached the front door of her building I put up the umbrella I’d brought and led.