”This conversation wasn’t going anywhere near the youngster wanted it ot go. He figured he’d be standing over my dead body right about now, but ...I had kept my hands clear of my guns. “Why don’t you go on over and fetch your horses. I’m sure you got places to be. Let’s say I did take your horses. If I did, it was for your own good. You were about to do something that would not turn out well for any of you. So you got sore feet, big deal. At least the buzzards and skunks ain’t stripping your. You've been so completely unselfish that I almost feel guilty." Strange," Misty pondered, "I thought I'd been kind of demanding."Miranda gave her a curious look. "Demanding? You?"Misty nodded. "Dragging you from gym to gym, deriving self-esteem from your love, having you pay our way for the last nearly half a year!" As I recall, most of that was my idea," replied Miranda slyly, "I think I'm the demanding one here. I'm the one who's expecting you to be all my dreams made manifest, making you. She rolled her eyes, so I said, “want to lend a hand or just watch?”She snorted and laid back down on her side of the bed, “I think I’ll just watch this time around.”I shrugged and nodded and begin to use my fingers to lightly play with the head of my cock. I reached down and fingered myself beneath my balls, before letting out a very real moan. It begin softly and then built from a sigh to a deep and sensual moan. I think she thought I was going to cum as she perked up. I remembered in the. Scott was so angry after it, I remember seeing his face as he turned round once they’d left. He genuinely felt it was his duty to protect us from the monsters that were our fake parents.Of course we didn’t just sit there and take it. Every night, Scott would walk down to the phone box and call for help. Once he’d got through to Childline, but they never sent anyone. That must have been about 2 years ago now... Still no-one has come, no-one to free us. Scott never gets as upset as me, he just.