Anya slumped against Skye as she was helped up, making a soft and pained noise as her sore and spank-warmed bottom was groped. She tilted her face up and parted her lips, eyes closed, and offered her tongue as Skye kissed her.<br/><br/>‘You want to play with boobs? Spank them? Tie them? Pinch nipples?”<br/><br/>Another quiet sigh escaped little Anya.<br/><br/>“I am lucky to be yours,” she whispered.