He might be a little shocked when he sees you two together, but I think that I can ... how shall I put it, make it up to him ... and atone for what I ...id to him, too. I owe him that much, anyway.”Sasha licked her lips at that idea and mouthed the number, right before one of the climaxes took over her body and she started moaning feverishly. One thing was sure: she was too far gone to mind that her father might catch her in the act of fornicating with a newly divorced man. Sasha Rothstein was on. .." Yes it would. Now go to sleep. The alarm's set for six. We'll get up, go to breakfast, and I'll drop you off back here so you can catch the bus, just like normal."She stroked my fresh-shaven face with her hand, scooted up and kissed me. "Even the music is perfection. What is that one?" Moonlight Sonata. Beethoven."The alarm came all too soon and the two of us jumped out of bed, dressing at opposite ends of the trailer to take advantage of the space. Fifteen minutes. Then in the truck and. She made a short, questioning noise, distorted by her gag and muffled by the hood. She rubbed her head slowly against the bars of the cage as a cat might. Even the short period of isolation that she had endured until then seemed to have brought out a dependency for affection and attention.I crouched down beside the door of the cage and reached through with my hand. I brushed my fingers against her rubber covered cheek. Startled at first she backed away but then leant forward again pushing her. When I asked if I could be your first, it wasn’t entirely out of respect for your choice. Nor was it just to be a surrogate for the sister you can’t touch in that way. Both reasons were unquestionably on my mind, both were true, and both helped justify my decision. But what I most wanted was for you to be my first. To give me what I so desperately, even greedily, desired. To slake my lusts without worrying about exposure or the consequence of bedding someone I see every day.”His brow furrowed..