Only her pride stopped her, and so it continued, on, and on. Then suddenly Sukky knew she could take no more. “No more, no more, I can’t not any m...re, no more, please.” She screamed it and then screamed it again. Sukky who would never give in, never begged, begged, and begged, sobbing as she did so. It ended then, she was drenched in sweat, and panting, gasping for air. Money was changing hands at such a rate. Thousands, maybe millions. Sukky didn’t care, she was beyond care. It had ended,. Gabby saw her curiosity and asked herwarmly, "Are you curious because they are different or do you want to knowmore about them?" She felt ashamed to admit, "I want to know more aboutthem. I can understand Al's situation but not why someone would want tobecome a different person."Gabby smiled at her, she was trying to understand something that was aliento her but not in the wrong way. Gabby looked into he eyes and saw thepleading look, asking for more information. She led her to the couch. Her knee eased between my legs and rose. Then I felt her hand brush against my erection over my underwear and a spark of desire hit me. It was her first intimate touch; my daughter touching my erection, accepting, encouraging.I reacted. My erection strengthened, now hard. I eased the edge of her nightshirt up and caressed her panties. Our kiss intensified, active and passionate. Then, when I slipped my fingertips under the waist and inside, cupping her exquisite butt, the kiss ended.Cara’s blue. I had failed the statistics module of my last year and HAD to pass it. If not, I would not get a qualification and I would lose the career I had wanted ever since leaving school.My employer’s patience was running out. They didn’t care that everyone on my part-time MBA (Master in Business Administration) course had failed statistics this year. Their only concern was that I, their only sponsored student, had failed. The Personnel Manager’s words were direct. ‘Fail this re-sit and your sponsorship.