I get sat up a little and can move my arms around, no restraints. Mom and Abigail are hovering around when I finally get full range of my senses. “G... away,” I get the words out as calm as I can. “Guy I know what’s been happening, I know what Bethany did and we’re all sorry,” Mom says and I shake my head. “And that matters? I don’t care, I don’t care about what she did and I don’t care about how sorry you are. Just leave me alone,” I tell them but like everything else they don’t listen. “Guy I’m. I wrapped both my arms around her and now she was in my tight hugs. I could feel her soft boobs and realized that she had removed the bra and was not wearing anything inside the tshirt. I cuddled her and lifted the tshirt and could see both the perfect boobs I have ever seen. Her nipples were dark brown and I could see them peeking. I removed her tshift, lifted her and dropped her on the bed. She was just in her shorts. I jumped on to the bed and started squeezing her boobs and locking my lips. It's a difficult task I've invested myself in, it goes against the very fibre of my being. It's a neat trap he has set for me, having me submit by taking on the role as his Dom.I bring him to the kitchen, sit him down with a cup of tea, and we go over what may be included in the scene, we plow through the ground-rules, safe words, where his limits lie, and where mine are. We have been through it before, over messenger and mail, but it feels right to establish them out loud, to make sure we both. So, here we go. Alphonse, they’re all yours. ************* ‘If life ain’t just a joke, than why am I laughing? If life ain’t just a joke, than why are we laughing? If life ain’t just a joke, than why are we dead?’ –My Chemical Romance: Dead! ************* I was getting annoyed. ‘I thought it was Foxtrot. You are using NATO phonetics, right,’ Elena asked. ‘Well, it could be, but if there’s a heavy machine gunner layin’ some death on your 20, and you’ve got to radio foxtrot for assistance, you.