.I look for a doorknob? I find none, as I stand there completely dumbfounded by the door.The window slides down and Becky looks at me."Kyley? please g...et in here?" she asks me.I shake my head. "I don't know how?" Ohh..." she grins. "The handle on the door, lift it up and it opens."I do, as she told me and the door opens with a click. I look in, tofind large black leather seats. So I sit down in it and pull my legsin. As I am trying to get comfortable. Becky leans over and presses abutton on the. " I say all of this with trepidation as there are a lot of feelings here that I want Sir to know and as he listened, his eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow. I don't know if he is absorbing the information or if he fell asleep. I can't worry - the words were out of my mouth.Laying there quietly wondering, my hand is on his cock lightly rubbing and massaging as I am drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, I feel Sir lift my hand and smack it. Touching is fine, no rubbing without. You don't want me to go my whole life without sex do you?" But..."And to be honest, you don't have much choice. You're weak enough we could tie you down. Whether you like it or not we are going to have sex with you." She smirked a moment, rubbing her crotch against mine through the bedding. "Daddy." The sudden twitch from my cock at that word made her giggle and me groan."Admit it, you want it."I sagged, accepting it. "Yeah, I do. I'm a sick, twisted person." We know. Hell, everyone who's heard. Jim hated her confiding in me, but it wasn’t confiding, just companionship I guessed and I had a lot more common sense than him as well ... kind of more practical, doing to the odd job if the infamous Ralph wasn’t around to change a plug or fit a light bulb.I tried to concentrate on my English text book, hearing the TV downstairs. Gran would be cooking or ironing. I sipped a can of coke, gazing round my room with its pop-group posters and clothes hanging off every conceivable hook, shelf, piece.