Though it was really warm in the day, the nights could get chilly, and we both loved fireplaces. I was reading on the couch when I noticed her studyin... her legs and running her hands over them."You OK?" I teased.Rosanna looked up, her eyes playful and bright. She bounded over and jumped up on the couch, landing next to me and swinging her legs across my lap."I was just seeing if I needed to shave my legs," she explained. "Whaddya think?"What the hell, I thought, and ran my hand up her calves,. She was pure sex, I swear! I lifted her one leg up and placed her knee over my shoulder. That got her snatch open even more and I bent in and licked her slit. I heard her hiss and moan: “Oh yes!”I smiled to myself and looked up at her. She had her eyes closed and her hands were now on my head. As I licked her I reached up and cupped those small perfect teen tits. They were tan but not as tan as the rest of her body. That told me she took off her top when mom and daddy were some place else while. It made her feel — free? How utterly ridiculous — could one find freedom in being tied up? But it had been how she felt. It still was. There was nothing she could do, so there was nothing to worry about; nothing to be held responsible for — no mistakes, no confusions, nothing. Just nothing.Maybe 'nothing' was what she needed? Her days outside, on her own, had been hell. After fleeing from the priest's porch — holding her torn blouse closed, smelling his piss, feeling the slime on her face. .. gentle smacks that barely hurt, growing imperceptibly harder as her skin warmed and muscles relaxed to accept the blows. He knew her tolerances perfectly and he soon had her moaning in pleasure from the sensation, her bladder forgotten in the moment as she whimpered for more of the perfect pain, her pussy wet from her arousal. Sensing that she was ready for more he increased the power of his blows until each one was bringing a small yelp or whimper to her lips, and yet more until she was.