But for now, I had to let it go. What was the only thing that counted now, was I had my two Lindies."I'm not ever going to let you go," I told her and...I was sure she heard the regret in my voice at not trying harder to find her. But what resources does a fourteen year-old have. What could I have really done?Then something shocked its way through my mind. I had subconsciously wondered WHY Lindie hadn't tried harder to find me? I'd just answered that question. What resources does a fourteen. Don't you think?" "I surely do, Miss," said Billy Bob. "And what might your point be?" "Well," said Cynthia, blinking away some of her tears, "You're an . . . attractiveand resourceful fellow. And believe me, it's not just any man who can makegirls like us get kicky. You're lucky to have us, you know!" "I reckon I am," said Billy Bob. "Go on, please." "Well, don't you, uh, want it to last?" "Want what to last?" "Well, us, you silly man: us doing stuff for you, being your servants . .. your. ." I moaned, because just then Mike slipped his hand under my towel and was rubbing my pussy. My body betrayed me as I begin to moan to his touch, and I could feel my pussy dripping as he finger fucked me. "Did you really think you were going to tease me and get away with it Jess? I want you, tell me you want me too!" "No, I don't want you Mike, cut it out!" "I wish you wouldn't have said that!" Before I knew it he was scooping me up into his arms and carrying me towards his room. "Let go of me. " I stammered as I tried to get up, but Marie pushed me back onto the bed with a determined arm movement. "We know what you've done," Tamara said while she smiled mischievously and played with her hair. Meanwhile Marie locked the door from the inside. "Did you really think we wouldn't see you staring at our shoes the whole time?" I couldn't answer anything, just lay still on the bed. Tamara came closer to me and whispered in my ear: "All the leggings and nylons were just to annoy you and test.