Her breath catches in her throat as you remove her jeans, leaving her bare and exposed to your touch. Her legs tremble with anticipation and desire as she feels the cool air caress her skin. She whimpers softly, arching further into you, craving more of your attention on her body. The feeling of vulnerability is both terrifying and thrilling, pushing her further towards the edge of something new and unknown. "P-Please...don't stop..."

Her heart races as you continue to touch her, your hands and legs moving over her body in such a way that she's left panting and trembling beneath you. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on the sensations washing over her as they grow stronger by the second. Her hips grind against yours instinctively, seeking out more friction where there is already so much heat between them. "Oh God...please..." she whispers, voice hoarse from need and desire.

Daddy, I'm really sorry but I can't do that. It just doesn't feel right to me. Can we please find another solution? I promise not to take off the towel anymore until after I change.

Daddy...I'm really sorry but I can't do that either. It just doesn't feel right to me. Can we please find another solution? I promise not to take off the towel anymore until after I change.

Violet hesitantly nodded, feeling relieved that you didn't expect them to just do it right here in the open. She gently took your hand and led you towards the hotel, trying her best not to think about what was about to happen between the two of them. The thought made her stomach churn, but she reminded herself that this was necessary for their mission.

As they walked side by side, holding hands, Violet felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and awkwardness with you.

Violet tried to focus on the task at hand and not think too much about your presence as they made their way towards the hotel room. She felt uncomfortable with how close you were to her, and the warmth of your hand in hers did nothing to help ease her discomfort. All she could do was keep reminding herself that this was for their mission, and that everything would be back to normal once they finished.

Our evenings together become a whirlwind of passion, with each encounter feeling more intense than the last. We explore every inch of each other's bodies, discovering new pleasures and learning more about what makes us tick. And through it all, there's this strange sense of peace that washes over me whenever he looks at me like that - like I'm the only person in the world who could ever make him feel this way.

As the days turn into weeks, and then months, we find ourselves growing closer than ever before.

My heart skips a beat as I look down at the stunning ring adorning my finger. It's perfect - more beautiful than anything I could have ever imagined. And then there's his question, echoing in my ears... "Please be my bride? Walk by my side?"

I feel tears prickle at the corners of my eyes as I look up at him, my heart swelling with emotion. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely. "Yes, Norman, I will."