“Anything more definite?” I asked Miranda when we were all back together in the office. The Partners remained out in the bay for now and rested.�...�It feels strange. It’s stronger, but it’s like whoever it is, is waiting for something to happen,” she told the rest of us.“Like waiting to jump off?” Epps asked.“Yes, something like that,” Miranda answered in agreement.“Should we alert the local police or the Army?” I asked Trish, not being sure of local protocols.“Not yet, not until we have something. He held my head and slowly started pushing his dick further into my mouth until I gagged a bit at which point he pulled it out. He slid it in again, further this time. Only this time when I gagged he held my head there and tried to go deeper. I felt the head of his cock push into my throat making me choke. He continued to hold me there while I struggled and tears ran down my face. He pulled his cock out of my throat and looked down at me on the floor. As I sat there looking up at him with his. We started making plans for bar hopping all night. Drinks continued. And then it was time to leave that place.Divya’s friend was a little stubborn about going back to the room dragging Divya along. So I walked with them telling I’ll drop them at the hotel.So during the walk, our hands brushed, then touched and then we were holding hands. I knew I had to come up with something to make it happen. I knew I was going to get laid tonight.Slowly I whispered in Divya’s ears that, “Let’s go”. She saw. "We can't. You don't understand. You're-" and, he was on the verge of telling her the truth right then, that she was his daughter and Chris' sister, bound by the tie of blood and kinship even if she didn't know it, but somehow he couldn't. Much as he wanted to tell her, much as he wanted to take her in his arms and call her daughter, much as she needed to know the truth-still, it was Gwen's duty, not his. He was torn between his obligations to his child and his reaction to the erotic.