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‘I’m going to go get it,’ I told them.
And I let my hand play for a bit down Tim’s pecs and abs,
gave him a peck once sweetly, and then ran upstairs.
When I returned, he was moving in slow strokes inside her,
their eyes locked together, and then she turned her head to smile at me
expectantly.
‘You trust me?’ I asked her.
She nodded. We still had the ropes. I took the cord and
wound them around both her wrists—tight enough to bite into her skin as they
had once bitten into mine—and then I took the leash I had made and wrapped the
end fast around the sink fixture. She was our prisoner now. She had got her
wish. My hand caressed her breasts and her stomach with the gentleness I had
given our man. A fleeting glance at Tim revealed his curious wonder. He was
looking at me as if I was someone new. And I think I was.
Fondling Sally, sweet Sally hogtied like that, vulnerable.
‘You’re so pale,’ I whispered, like cooing to a child. ‘Your skin is so white,
so smooth. You’re so young to us, like a baby...’
Her skin had gooseflesh with apprehension. It made me wet. I
took the black cloth we used for a blindfold and covered her eyes so she
couldn’t tell what I was about to do.
She heard me open the fridge door.
‘Food, huh?’ she ventured, giggling nervously. ‘Didn’t
figure you for that one, Faith.’
I shushed her and rejected the question with a kiss. Tim
knew. He saw. ‘Faith,’ he said, ‘be careful...’ But he said it with a smile, as
if his warning was unnecessary and his words were only to tease Sally. She
shivered, and I enjoyed that.
‘Like a smooth white baby,’ I whispered.
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