For the first time, Cassie looked concerned. That was my cue. I walked towards them. Cassie saw me first, and the look of relief on her face made my h...eart swell." ... don't end things," Brendan was saying, "It's my decision when it's over."Brendan turned to look in my direction just as I stopped a few feet from them. His expression hardened even more."Hey, Cass," I said, "Everything OK?" Go away, Brown. This is none of your business."Cassie clearly didn't mention my involvement in their. Our old toy box has been gathering dust in the depth of the built-in wardrobe and I have to give it a through rummage to find her kitten collar, leash and other things that I hide from her view for now.I tie her to the chunky, twist-carved leg of the dining table, press record and begin the scene, whispering into her ear how irresistible she looks and how I can’t wait to do very bad things to her.I set the tablet on the floor, letting and let her get comfortable with herself on screen while I. "You gonna fuck me, daddy?" she asked softly."You got a rubber?" "Daddy, we don't need no rubber," the queer said. "Come on, stick it in honey - it'll feel so much better raw!" The sissy was rubbing her buttocks lewdly against the man's hard on - "Come on, daddy - stick it in deep!" she cajoled. The black man now had the white faggot pulled close, his strong hands feeling all over the soft ladylike body. Bitch smelled good too. "I can't," he said, kissing on the sissy's neck, "I'm married."The. " Patience, patience," I said. "Where is the suitcase?" Which suitcase?" she asked."The one with your clothes in it," I prompted."There are four of them," she said. "I don't know which one to have you get. I wasn't thinking about clothes. I was thinking about bed!" Go take a shower. I'll go bring them all in. We can take them back later." One of them is for here," she said, suddenly no longer manic. "It has the clothes in it I'm going to leave here." I see," I said."I can't believe I'm finally.