You see, Chelsea ... my younger sister has spina bifida. I watched her grow up. We thought she’d never walk. Now, she’s fifteen ... happy and succ...ssful ... a very normal kid in most ways. I think it’s people who overcome challenges who have the strongest characters. I see that in your character. I admire you for it.”“Really?”“Really ... the way I admire my sister. The difference is ... she was born that way.”“I was born this way,” she responded abruptly.“Oh, God -- forgive me. That’s not what. But as we headed further and further away from downtown, the car emptied out, until there was just me, and a beautiful brunette sitting across from me. The brunette was probably in her early twenties. She was wearing a pair of knee high, high heeled boots, a white mini skirt and a blue, low cut top revealing just a small hint of cleavage. She wasn’t large breasted, but they looked small and nicely formed. I couldn’t see her face very well, because her long brunette hair covered most of her. The boy in the bed, unaware that he was being watched by lustrous blue eyes, shifted in his sleep, the long fall of his autumn brown hair spread out on the pillow like a halo. A strand fell into his face making his nose wrinkle in a way that struck Kieran as adorable. He reached out one black furred hair and flicked away the offending lock, surprised that the boy hadn't woken.But of course, Kieran kept his thoughts small, not wanting to broadcast his lust to his sleeping lover's mind just yet,. He walked steadily towards her, pulled her to her knees. His hardness pushing into her face, he leaned over her back and handcuffed her wrists. As he straightened up he couldn't help himself he flipped his hip smacking her hard in the face with his cock. He loved the look she flashed him with her eyes such a look of hate and fear.She lay in the fetal position quietly sobbing. Why her she thought, and why had she been wet her body betraying her arousal. How could it, why would she need it. She.