He looked worn out, tired. She felt empathy well up in her. ‘Want to talk about it?’ she asked, surprised that she had dared to ask him such a que...tion. She didn’t really want to know, but she was a nurturer, and nurturers did things like that. Helped people. She sighed inwardly. One of these days, that was going to land her in a big pot of trouble. ‘My father’s dying and I need to get married within the next week,’ Chris replied, his voice still muffled. For a moment, Cassie thought she had. Just looked around if anyone capfuls see us, but it was safe( I think). There was just one white van parked about 100-150 meters away with driver in but it didn't matter much for me then, I was so horny and I wanted to do it... When I came in to his car ice just said "hi" and grabbed his crouch straight away. I've just looked at the white van and its driver and he was kinda looking in our direction. Didn't care much that time. He unzipped his belt and I've unzipped his trousers and slide it. The plastic strips dug in her skin in a deliciously painful way. She squirmed a bit and felt how painful it was just to move her legs. That was perfect.Then she wanted to experiment with the escape process. She had placed scissors next to her and cut through all the ties very easily. She had not kept them for more than a couple of minutes but they had already left some nice pink marks in her pale skin. The next test was to place her wrists inside a loop of plastic and tighten it by pulling on. I have dated boys, under the watchful gaze of my father and strict curfews. I guess you could say I am naively innocent. There was much fumbling around in car back seats but I’m still a virgin. Truth is I never felt ready and most high school guys always seemed so rough and awkward. And they never felt as good as my own touch in the dark privacy of my room. Somehow I was able to convince my parents to let me attend a college upstate, although I think I was more nervous than they were. I’d.