And you wouldn't use it on the mother either. Maybe it was just to keep the father busy so he didn't get in the way.Moxie had already prepared what sh...e needed. She had taken one of the blankets she bought in Fort Worth and cut it into quarters, sewing neat hems around the cuts. She had taken some of my old flannel shirts and cut into usable sized rags ready for use to clean up the baby.Diapers were not part of her culture; children were often allowed to go naked until they were several years. Roland smiled as their bodies merged and he could no longer see his knob. As he listened to the fading groans, Roland sensed that Rusty had finally capitulated.“Now I’m going to fuck you good and solid, buddy.” Roland announced.“Yes sir,” Rusty answered in a defeated moan.After holding still in Rusty for a short while, Roland hips sprang into action. He commenced slow fucking Rusty steadily, gradually escalating his thrusting.As the groans from Rusty reached a higher pitch of contentment,. Winter came early to the Storm Heights, especially this high up. Sarette buckled her coat tightly, the cold winds at the summit whipping around her. When she reached the sheer cliff, she stopped and looked down at the clouds below—storm clouds, with the telltale flashes of lightning strikes. She stopped to take in the scent, then she sighed. She could feel the storm, but she couldn’t call it. Not yet.A voice came from behind her. “I hope you’re not thinking of jumping.”She turned to face the. He pushed me back onto the bed and tied my wrists to the headboard. He used strips of cloth he obviously had gone to the trouble of precutting. I wondered how long he had been planning this.After I was tied down he sat down next to me. He told me how good it could have been for us. If only I hadn't been such a bitch. He pulled the knife out again and used it to slice my shirt open and cut my bra off. He held the knife to my right nipple and poked it. He kept doing it until it became hard; that.