I pressed my hand to her pussy, my middle finger pushing between her lips. This time she moaned, quite loud. No one was near enough to hear. I reached...into her, as far as I could, gently feeling around. I curled another finger alongside the first. Then, I slowly began to wank her.She was moaning again, “Shush honey, not so loud.”“I can’t help it, I’m sorry, ooooooooh shit!”Suddenly, I remembered the heavy curtains to the side of my booth and the fact they shielded off an old storeroom. I guided. With her left arm she motioned him in and he leaned in to hug her as well. I backed off for the moment to let them have their time together. Of all the painful things I remember from that night, his wail as she said in her usual sweet softness, thank you daddy, is near the top of still shiver inducing moments. Finally as I was just looking out the window he came up behind me and gave me a hug and quietly whispered, Welcome to the family. I put my hand over his, nodding quietly as I tried not to. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as the thrusts came harder and harder. She arched her back a bit to allow the stranger to enter her deeper than he had up to this point. She let out moans of exstacy as he hit a spot inside her not reached before.After a few more minutes of the hard and deep fucking, she was lifted off the bed and turned around. She was put on all fours and her head was pushed down to the bed. She moved her head to the side so she could breath, as her hips were pulled up. Cassandra, or Cassie, as those she was closest to called her, sat down in the comfy leather chair that had been an office-warming gift from her grandfather and turned her eyes to the ceiling as she mulled over the prospective night ahead.Not to mention the thousands of unwritten dating 'rules' that she could make neither hide nor hair of. Cassie knew that she was not good company for would-be suitors. The few that did come back for a second date were quick to bail out when they realised that.