"Tricia, baby, stay with me. Don't die, you can't die! Stay with me," my beautiful guardian begged. That wasn't right, angels shouldn't beg. "Marcus!"... he roared, his breathing ragged, sobbing.I tried to tell him it was okay but I couldn't remember how to speak."Don't leave me, Tricia, please. Marcus!" His voice was filled with agony and I couldn't help him.I felt myself being rolled onto my back, but it was a distant feeling, unable to touch me as I floated. Then something bumped my leg.My eyes. .. quite so urgent anymore. She stared at his cock, growing by the second and already dripping precum. She wouldn’t be able to break out of their control now. Maybe their control would wax and wane as it had before and she could find an opportunity when it was at its weakest. For now it was easier to submit to the growing ache between her thighs. She let her legs open as much as the restraints would allow and arched her back. She made a low sound, more like a human moan than the cat sounds. Old Gram hada little spring in her step today. He was glad at least he'd had achance to take her out of 'the home' for a little bit.? They didn't talkmuch on the way back; Gram seemed lost in her own thoughts.? When theygot to Sunset View, he was surprised to see that she'd already openedthe car door and stood up on her own.? A woman at the door offered tohelp her back to her room, but she refused.? That was the old Gram,Jason thought- she didn't like to be helped.? He noticed she was. "You have to bring her again John" a couple of the lads told me as we sat in the pub with our pints, "She can be our mascot" Well she's certainly my lucky mascot" I laughed, "But sorry lads we have to go now, I'll see you next time"I managed to persuade her to come straight back to my house instead of calling in at her flat, I was aching in every bone of my body and wanted nothing more than to soak in a nice hot bath, she protested that she didn't even have any fresh panties but giggled dirtily.