Then she began to trace her finger over Cait’s scars again. “The crew of the Chariot.” Montague offered. XXX It was inappropriate.”
“Max, I understand.” Cait said apologetically. Cait turned her head to give some attention to Max’s other nipple and Max moaned appreciatively, her hand movements becoming more arrhythmic and stilted as she pressed down on her little button with more pressure, her thighs squeezing Cait as she tensed up, her breath catching in her throat. She politely looked away but stood nearby while Cait went about her business, looking forlornly at the floor. “Lieutenant.” Montague replied. I told them that. The thought ran through her mind that this was not exactly how she envisaged her first time, but was also of the feeling that she really had nothing more to lose at this point – she might as well live in the moment.
