She reached up and pulled the pins that held her hair in place and let the tendrils fall loose about her shoulders. ‘You’re stunningly beautiful,�...� Jack said as he twisted one of the tendrils around his finger. ‘There is no future in this,’ she replied near tears.’ ‘I’m only asking for tonight,’ he said. ‘It’s been so long,’ she whispered to him. ‘For me too,’ he said hoarsely as he began to unbutton her blouse. She felt his hands on her breasts. ‘Make me forget, Jack. Make me forget,’ she. I think it's right choice to make, too!" He smiled faintly, pleased to see this young man's intention to be submissive, while struggling with the obvious physical, as well psychological struggle, such long bouts of self-denial-based-obedience placed on him. What had it been now? A week? No, he corrected himself, it had been 10 days! When they'd first began this relationship, two days seemed like a year to the younger man, but now, after patient coaching and encouragement, he'd gone for TEN. He knew also that Deacon Ramsay was essentially a pimp and he regularly used Ramsay's girls but this one was special. He knew this girl's father of course and he despised him because George Smart had ripped him off in an apartment rental. And of course he knew that this girl was the younger sister of Kathy Smart whom he had deflowered only ten days ago. He wanted Kathy again and she certainly acted willing but it was too dangerous so he was paying Ramsay $500 an hour for Smart's other daughter.. "No, Jack. Please." Only her protest could have deterred him. Her plea had the opposite effect. He lifted her with his thrust. She spread and stretched until she sheathed him perfectly. He moaned as he took her, wishing for her pleasure but distracted by his own. After a few minutes, her body relaxed. Her tense whimpers turned to throaty groans. His sounds mixed with her sounds and both mixed with the cave's echoes in a musical round. She clutched at him with her knees; his entry grew slippery.