You grasp the belt and lash my wrists together behind me, leaning over my back to brush the hair from my face- thrusting against me again while doing ...o. I accidentally let out a moan, and you respond with a harsh smack to the back of my thighs. “Now that you’re all nice and marred up for me, I’d appreciate if you would be a good little girl… Keep fighting back and I’ll have to do something that will remind you of what your place is.” You utter, while running your fingers down. That was my dad for you, impulsive and quickly distracted, it was a good job he was well paid or his constant changing of hobbies would have bankrupt the family.As often happened I was the beneficiary of my dad's excesses, in this case it was in the form of a 35-350mm professional quality lens for 'his' top of the range camera.That big lens appeared to drag the insides of the shelter across the pitch and place it outside my hideaway. The only problem was that things were a bit dark for taking. ‘Let’s see what else you might like.’ And with that he pulled away from her, pressing down on her shoulder so she was lying face down on the bed. He sat up and reached over her, again picking up the glass and taking a long swallow of water. Pushing her hair to the side he leaned close to her, so close she could feel his cool breath on her skin. She expected to feel his lips cool against her skin and gasped when instead she felt an ice cube pressed against that spot on the back of her neck that. The gunfire had become so strong that the naginata got knocked out of her hands, but she managed to turn the tables on the guards with a smoke grenade.Following the loud boom, she used the reduced visibility to get in close, and dispose of them.First, she went into a handspring jump, and landed on the shoulders of one of the guards. Trapping his skull between her legs, she spins to the right, breaking his neck in one clean move.In panic, that guard, just before his demise, fired shots from his.