-Bruce-
With shaking limbs, Ana managed to get dressed, though I knew we would need to arrange for more clothes. With Quinn’s and my eagerness, there was a good chance most of her clothes would end up torn. It wouldn’t pose a problem. I would gladly provide everything for her. However, it was clear she wasn’t ready to join us in the seating area. She grabbed the bag and brought it into the closet without looking at us, and I turned to face Quinn.
“I told her to unpack,” he revealed.
“Really? While buried in her p*ssy?” I teased, making him chuckle.
“Before,” he told me, smiling. “It’s still a problem that she’s resisting.”
“She’ll come around. Her mother just passed yesterday. We’re likely to face some chaotic days with her in the next week or two. Maybe longer,” I pointed out.
“Or m
