However, my need to pee was so strong that I sat on the toilet and let it go. My pee was still dripping from the cage when I finished, so I had to dry...it with toilet paper. Damn, that was emasculating. Only women sit to pee and need to wipe afterward.I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat-shorts and went to the kitchen. “Sarah, get this damn thing off of me.”“Good morning to you too, Paul. By the way, I need to thank you.”Momentarily forgetting about the cage, I said, “Thank me for. He needed to get in touch with her."Mom, I'm just upset at myself. Apparently I finally went too far and pushed Becca away. I wrote her a letter of apology over two months ago and have repeatedly emailed it two or three times a week but it's a no go, she hasn't responded.Since it appears I've struck out with her, I'm at a loss what to do. If you have any suggestions, I'm open, I can't give up, I love her too much to lose her."The frustration in his voice was obvious. Paula smiled, "Well, what. "Well..." I said, looking around to ensure only she could hear me. "I've also had a fantasy about being fucked by a girl." That's not a fetish," she said, disappointingly.I knew immediately that something had been lost in translation, leaning in closer and whispering in her ear, "No, you misunderstand. Being 'fucked' by a girl. You know. with a strapon."Her deep, brown seductive eyes widened and her pupils dilated sending an electric shock through me and straight down to my penis."Oh!" She. Part of her kinda wanted to ask about his wife and child. If Jennifer was willing to put so much effort into turning Sándor into an ally, and someone for Triss to talk to, or to fuck, then maybe she should ask about the wife and kid? Or, maybe, she should just shut the fuck up. She didn’t want to talk about Julias, and the man undoubtedly didn’t want to talk about his dead family.Triss had no intentions of fucking the man, but she had to admit, it was kind of nice, being around someone who knew.