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Remote possibilities ( Wolvenrogue and Alexandria 94)

Trying to keep still, because the massage felt so good, yet as he moved his way down her front he was getting close to her breasts and it made her nervous, but she managed to keep herself calm, so calm that her head rolled to the side on his shoulder.
 
As her head moved her lips were near to his, and feeling her breath on his cheek, he could not help but kiss the girl as he rubbed her shoulders and neck.
 
After this the calm state breaks, she opens her eyes to gasp and move away from him a few inches. She doesn't entirely go away from him, only back enough so she could look at him slightly.
 
"Are you feeling any better?", he asks her as he continues his massage. He leans in hoping she will return his kiss, but not forcing the issue.
 
Disappointed, He slowly gets up and going in the bathroom starts filling the tub, he calls to her. "Those wounds need a good soaking." He pours some bath salts in the tub.
 
She slowly gets out of the bed, loving that he finally left her alone, but sad because he actually did leave her alone. "Im coming." She walks into the bathroom, and when she sees herself in the mirror, she cant help but tear up at her reflection. She lightly touches each one of the many wounds on her body, completely unable to tear her eyes away.
 
"Come on, the tub is ready, we need those cuts to soak so they will heal. He gets her lowered in the tub and then goes to the kitchen and makes coffee. Pouring two cups he brings one to her.
 
He sat down on the toilet and taking a soft sponge, carefully cleaned each wound again, being sure it was not getting infected. He wanted to limit the scarring as much as he could.
 
Her head lolled to the side as she gazed at him. She was feeling hurt but also touched, which for a person in her situation, was dangerous. "Thank you." She whispers to him slowly, get eyes now watching every move his fingers made with the sponge, then trying to change the subject she thinks if the most random thing: "what's your favorite color?" Morgan can't help it and she giggles at the stupid question, but she needed to break the tension somehow.
 
Walker took her silly question on. " Pink" he said "Wet pussy pink. or sometimes spanked ass pink" what else? he looked at her with an innocent glance, knowing he had been anything but innocent. Still he took pleasure in his utterly honest yet sarcastic response.
 
"I" she points a finger in his direction "am trying to be nice here," she thinks to herself that if he wants to play like this then fine she would play. "Mine is purple, like a beautiful flower, or freshly beaten with a cane." She didn't like acting like this, she wanted to be civil with him, but he started this.
 
He looked at her oddy, not expecting her response. " I was only kidding with you, I'm sorry if it offended you. May Ii take it back? My favorite color is actually blue, just the color of your eyes, and I could look in them all day. Lets not fight any more" he said. " I am sure we were meant to have more than pain between us."
 
She gasps at his response, looking at him oddly. Wondering if he is being sincere or if he just wants to get some ass. "I'm not saying I'm sorry for what I said, but I think you are crazy." She told him but she couldn't help but smile a little on the side he couldn't see. Because he was handsome and wanted her.
 
He wondered for a moment why she was always so prickly, but as he tought how he had treated her, he understood. " I am crazy" he said, I am crazy for you, but i know i don't deserve you and i had that coming. Still I hope that some day you will feel differently.
 
“Well your clothing is cut to pieces, but I might have a tee shirt you can have. Will that do?” He helped her up out of the tub and blotted her dry. Let's go look in my dresser,” he said.
 
Morgan blushed under his gaze as he dried her, her hands slowly starting to tremble. "Okay, lets go and look." She was trying her best to be nice to him now, so she took his hand and followed suit behind him.
 
He opened his dresser and let her look through the shirts that he had there. Some were just plain others had buttons at the collar. Then he found one that was old and very soft from being laundered it was sleeveless with a scoop neck. It might actually pass for a sun dress. "Try this one," he said.
 
"Thank you." She tries it on, and it happy to find that it covers all of her essentials, she now feels much better and turns to face him. "What will happen to me now?"
 
Well, he said, school is over for the year, so I intend to keep you here. I think you will adjust soon enough, don't you?" of course the better you learn to be obedient, the easier that will be for us both." He wanted to know that obedience was still going to be expected.
 
"As long as there is no more beatings, we should be just fine." She finds a small, thin leather belt and ties it around her small waist, effectivly making the shirt look more like a dress. "Then what am I supposed to do?"
 
"I want you to be able to enjoy my body, just as I will enjoy yours, and be helpful around the house. " Of course you will be obedient to all of my requests."
 
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