The bandit leader was just my type, acting twice as tough to make up for being so dang cute. I didn’t want to have to fight the small gang of outlaw..., so I took over Tasin’s mind. Not something I am overly fond of doing, but if I was willing to bind someone or lock them in a room, I could get over being squeamish about abrogating another sentient beings self-will. After all, it was just for a little while, until I was no longer in danger, (ha) or endangering any innocent attackers.I had Tasin. Her disapproval was evident in her expression. I don't know what she said to Molly, but I could make a pretty decent educated guess.But I could read Molly's lips when she replied. I think she said, "You're not my mother!"Bless her heart! I had taught her well!I drank in Molly's half-nakedness for a goodly amount of time (but not all the way through until October) and finally, I turned away and let the poor girl relax.After a decent interval I returned (once again standing tall and being as. I try to stand but your legs have me. I struggle with my belt, my right hand braced against the bed, my left hand clumsy with desire. As I finally release myself, you relax for a moment. I stand, the rest of my clothes fall to the floor. I feel your legs grip me once more and you pull me fiercely forward.I fall towards you, putting out my hands at the last moment. My head is an inch above your chest, our bodies pressed firmly together. We begin to move slowly, rhythmically. My hands grab your. They were hidden under Art’s bed, along with magazines of naked girlsThe girlie mags didn’t interest her half as much as these did.Where Art had got them from, heavens only knew. But it was easy to see why they were hidden.As she flicked through them, she felt something strange happen. She was actually getting incredibly turned on. She had no idea why, but it was a fact.It wasn’t the girls. They did nothing for her, but the ropes the girls were in. that was what did it for her.For four weeks.