“Only thing is, I need you to take off your clothes so I can make sure you don’t have any bites or scratches. XXX “We’ll sleep here. “We’re not gonna hurt you. You do that, you can have all the supper you want. You already told me. “Thanks,” you say. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
Your face gets feverishly hot. He does. “Sure we do,” David says. Please untie me.”
“Sorry, Marianne,” he says, lightly tracing circles over your sensitive little button. When he’s satisfied with your head, he continues sweeping his hands all over you. “Oh God,” you gasp, grabbing onto his arms for balance. As you peel off your socks and then your fraying underwear, David comes up behind you. “Do you have any food, by chance?”
James scowls, but David reaches out and squeezes your shoulder. “I won’t hurt you. Now bend over like you’re touching your toes.”
You lean forward, your hair falling in front
