Being unsure of my new abilities, I tied them both, with ropes, to a nearby tree. I examined the camp. Two horses were on a tie line near the stream, saddles and tack piled under a tree just out of their reach. The tent was patched canvas. The fire was enclosed my a neat ring of stones. Within the tent was a trove of items stolen from other travelers Bondage and a leather bag holding several hundred dollars in femdom a combination of bank notes an gold double eagles. There were two bedrolls laid out and an untidy heap of woman's clothes. There was no other sign of a woman in the camp. I returned to my captives and released the compulsion on the man so as to question him. He began to struggle against the ropes and curse blasphemously. After a few moment, I compelled him to silence once again and turned to the child. After a japanese moment of study, I realized that the child was a girl, of perhaps ten or eleven years and possibly pretty under the coating of grime japan and filthy over sized clothes. I released the compulsion that held her. “What you do to my pa?” she asked. “I only silenced him, child,” I said gently, why are the two of you out here?” “Ma took sick and died of a fever,” she explained, “then the bank took our farm. Pa said we had to stay here till he could get money for us to find a new place.” I nodded to myself, such occurrences were not infrequent, but few of the unfortunates turned to crime. Had the man been by himself, I might have just killed him to save others from the BDSM fate of his other victims, but the child complicated the issue. She certainly could not provide for herself and I couldn't abide the killing of an innocent. I untied her and under a light compulsion had her go down to the stream to wash while I pondered the matter. I spent some time examining the man's mind. He felt he had been wronged by the townspeople because he would forgo his debts and drink himself into a stupor. He held no love for his daughter, but found her useful for maintaining the camp and in a few years would be ripe for his pleasure. Emily cupped his balls and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft licking the fat mushroom head at the end. Mom gave me a curious look while I giggled. I suck gently on her clit and slowly press Bondage one finger into japanese her virgin pussy. Hot, holy shit. Dad, keep sucking on my clit! Earlier I thought I was going to go crazy. As much as I wanted to just let us both go at it, and fill her pussy with my cum, she just had to know. I was there right now. My toes were curled my body BDSM clenched tight against hers. “Sorry.” She mumbled. I nodded with equal subtlety, but I’d already said all Willowbud needed to hear. “All she did over the summer was lay by our pool,” Olivia said, cumming up behind me. Taking advantage of her daughter's limited sight, the married woman grabbed my ass through the robe, squeezing me as I japan folded her daughter's towel. I swear, I may end up getting addicted to this bitch. You’d think this shit would be fixed by now…” He sighed, squeezing some shower gel into a face cloth and washing all around. He concentrated on driving as he listened to his little teacher moan femdom again.