He had me turn around slowly, giving him good long look at my body. I felt his eyes examining every inch of my skin, noting every mark, every bulge, e...ery little imperfection. I felt completely degraded, embarrassed, and wanted very badly to put my clothes on and leave.He had me move into different positions, some quite natural, some very unnatural. The worst were the ones where he took very close examinations of my anus and vagina. He spent the whole morning looking at me in every way. He blamed himself for what she had become, no matter how much I tried to show him it wasn’t his fault, that we all choose our own path and walk it alone. So how did I come to be standing here, outside the bar where I knew he was singing tonight? Chance? When conference organisers wanted someone to speak on my specialist area in his city, I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. Maybe this was the time to lay my ghosts, to get to know someone at a deeper level than before. I didn’t tell him. I began to breathe heavily but I quickly turned back to my locker, shoving my backpack into it and sprayed a few hints of Lancome perfume on my neck incase I started to sweat. I always felt like Brandon and I had a connection, because everytime we looked at eachother in the eye, he would do his sexiest smile, and winked but I think the only time we "connected", was when we were at my best friend Shyla's house and she was having a party since her parents were gone for the weekend and Brandon and. “You okay?” Damon asked.“What do you think?” Tristan shot back bringing his face up from Damon’s neck to look him in the eye. “I'm sore. Hurting."Damon brought his lips to Tristan’s ear and flicked his tongue over the shell of his ear, then nipped his lobe. “I’m sorry.”Tristan shivered, and moaned helplessly. “Damon…”“Just wanna kiss it and make it better.”“Feed me first.” Tristan said getting a chuckle out of Damon."Do I get to kiss you all over after breakfast?" Damon asked huskily. He was.