I sneaked into the room. Sat beside her on the bed. I was not able to take my eyes away from her breasts. Gazing at them I lost my control. I slightly...touched her breast. She did not wake up. So I touched again. No response. Then I pressed her breast a little. This time her sleepy breathing stopped. She seemed stopped breathing. She began to breathe secretly. I waited for her response. She did not open her eyes. She was pretending sleep. I waited no more. In the next few minutes my hand was. “If you wanted to pay it off over 4 years it would be £216, over 3 years £289.”“I don’t know what to say,” She mumbled through her tears.“I guess we’ll have to work out another agreement, cause I’m not sitting on my thumbs and waiting around for 57 years for it.”She lifted her head and looked straight at me, her tears running down her face, the small amount of mascara had ran also leaving black lines down her cheeks. “What are you suggesting then?” she eventually replied.“You will be my fuck. As long as he can, without breaking my lustful daze, he begins to push inside me. I feel the slight pressure; it’s filling, and a little painful. I let out a soft whimper; a groan is more like it. He stills, slowing a little, but not stopping. He lets out kiss linger, sucking softly on my lower lip, seducing me into this. It’s what I need. The head of him begins to open me up, pushing into me, I whine out but a good kind of whine. It feels good; it hurts, but feels good at the same time. I. It’s not as if you can marry either of them, or even be exclusive with them. Just be honest about who you are and what you can offer.”“That’s more or less what I was thinking. There really isn’t another way. I want to ask you a blunt, direct question, and I’d like a totally honest answer.”“Always.”“Do you want me to stop being with other girls? Permanently? And just be with you and Jess?”Kara stopped, and took both my hands, and looked me in the eyes.“I agreed, when I came back to you, to take.