Beyond that was anotherroom, but the door was open already and dim light shone from an officeclose to a door leading outside."Look I already paid you ...or the girls. Now I want that little one or youcan keep all of them and give me my money back." Said a heavily accentedvoice."I told you she's only eleven, wait four more months till she's twelveand you can have her. Now take the rest and go before someone sees yourtruck." Said the voice of the Head Mistress." Maybe your boss has a placefor a. I pressed my body against her back, pushing my erection against her tight ass and locking her arms between our bodies. I nibbled her neck and ears until she moaned again. “Are you ready for more?”“Oh god! Yes. Please?” She begged.“Okay then.” I reached for the bag and her robe and picked them up. “To the bedroom.” I commanded. It was awkward for Jess to walk up stairs with her arms bound but I let her take her time and I was pleasantly surprised when we entered. She had turned down. Although this character is demonstrably in a safer place emotionally and mentally here, this chapter includes a further discussion of those events. I implore you, as with the previous chapter, to PLEASE make sure you are in a safe place mentally and emotionally before proceeding. ... The office of Sandra Duran, LPC, was located in a relatively nondescript seven-story office building in Cary. Sandra herself was a thin fiftysomething woman with several streaks of gray in her dark brown hair, her. Amongst all this chaos sits a small cabin, lights shining out of the windows into the snowy darkness. Inside the cabin all is still. A fire gently crackles and keeps the cold at bay, the sound of the wind can be heard all around as it buffets the sides of the building. The figure of a tall male appeared from one of the rooms. His wide blue eyes scanned the room, flicking from side to side. He had medium brown hair; his face was stern and emotionless. His torso was bare, revealing a skinny pale.