It seemed as if it had been tied in place.Red tried to move her hands, in order to remove the offending item, onlyto realize that her hands had been t...ied behind her back. Her ankles,too, were bound together."Anthony!?" she tried to scream out, but the sounds she made were asmuffled as they were unintelligible.Red lost track of how long she stayed like that. The darkness outsideher tent remained consistent, so she didn't think it was too long, inreality, but it felt like an eternity inside her. After a week of cat-fights (Pun not intended) and other assorted arguments, I reluctantly re-enabled the jealousy prevention control on all of them. Their fights immediately ended and things quickly got back to normal.I was also amazed to find that even after I removed everyone's "Forced" love for me, all of them continued to love me anyway. I had half expected several of them to leave me, but when I got in conversations with each of them later, each explained exactly why they loved me. I. Camilla closed her eyes and she relaxed her whole body, telling me they would have another encounter later.She was right; a while later, Annabella approached us, carrying a small box in her hands. She signaled again Camilla; but my girlfriend told her that we would have space enough for the three of us inside the little bathroom.She added I would only watch at them. The girl accepted the proposal.We went there. Once inside, I pushed myself onto a corner; trying to give them more room. Annabella. “So?” she glowers at him. “I’m not in the wrong. I’m fucking old enough to make my own decisions. And what, are you following me now?”“That’s your problem, you’re only old enough in that body of yours,” he gestures at her and snarls. Your mind is like that of a fucking child. And no, I’m not following you. I was once your age.”“You?” she blurts. “I highly doubt that you did any kind of partying when you were young.”Deflecting her accusation, Silas continues, “It’s a little dangerous being out.