“I loved watching you interact with Gianna. How you talked with her, how you danced with her. It was nothing like how you acted with Flame, ummm… ...egyn. There was a sexual passion with Megyn, but there wasn’t the romantic passion I saw tonight. It gave me more insight into what you are like around the people you love.”It felt as if my life was a Petri dish that James could put under a microscope for his perusal. He had done so much for me financially; did that give him the right to peer into. I sit down on the toilet, crying out in pain as I start to pee, my cunny still so sore. My grandpa stokes my hair as I pee, and his hand moves down and pushes my jumper up – roughly squeezing my puffy tiny titties: eliciting another sob from me. I finish peeing and get some paper to dry myself. My Grandpa snatches it from me and gets me to stand up so he can dry me.He pushes my legs wider so his hand and the paper can be rubbed back and forth. I am cringing as it’s so painful. He turns and. He pulled me closer to edge of bed. My legs were hanging down the bed, my ass and my pussy were at the !edge of bed and I was lying with my face down. He sat down on his knees and his cock was now right behind my ass cheeks. I asked him again to hold on for 2 minutes, so that I can remove my jewelry and sari and I will be a bit more comfortable. But he wouldn’t listen to me. He was more bothered to take care of his hard cock. He told me, “You are mine Reema and you had been teasing my cock. Although it would delay their journey for a short while, he decided it was time for her to start learning how to use that gunbelt. There was no point carrying the thing around all the time if she couldn't use the gun, and the knife. He would show her, or at least start to show her, how to fire the gun at these midday breaks. Then anyone who heard the noise, and decided to investigate, would find them gone. He didn't want to attract attention to their night-time camps.After they had sat for a.