Molly heard him grunt, and she suddenly realized he’d toted another kidnapped girl with him to their chamber, this one limp and streaked with welts....The redhead seemed to be unconscious, rendered thus perhaps by whatever travesties to which the welts bore testament , and the splattering of dried white coating the crease between her legs provoked Molly’s stomach to churn uneasily. How could these men be so utterly cruel to such delicate young women?Leonard carried the redhead in his arms and. She moaned and I started to lightly play with her nipple, which I knew was both ticklish and unbearably pleasurable for her. Even after 5 years of this shit, she still was just as sensitive. She brought a hand to mine and held it there as she always did, unsure of whether to stop me from tickling her further or help me pleasure her more. I played with her nipple some more and she arched her back and pushed her breast deeper into my hand, moaning even louder as she did.She wasn't dirty-talking. I mean, you didn’t want to do anything with me anymore. Just her.” Then he whispered, “I miss my brother like I missed ... Sarah.”His lower lip was stuck out, and he was looking at his shoes. I felt his emotional state start to take a nosedive, and I knew if I didn’t do something, he would be crying in public. He would have been branded the weeping freshman.“Joey, look at me.”His eyes found mine again, and that feeling happened again.I said softly, “I miss you too. You have to know that. I. Maybe he doesn’t like who’s out of school.Honestly, I much prefer the real him, but I don’t plan to say anything. If he wants it, let him do what he wants.Leon was a very good-looking guy, although not at the level of being a movie star, more or less as handsome as my brother Max. In my memories, he had dirty blond hair, greenish eyes, a small nose, and thin lips. His height was just slightly below mine, but unlike me, with my athletic body, he is thinner.Today, his appearance was completely.