She clung to it in desperation. ‘Shhh, It’s okay. We will get through this.’ ‘I’m scared’ Bree whispered and held herself tighter to him. ...��I…am ashamed.’ ‘Why are you ashamed.’ Michael whispered and pulled them apart so he could look into her eyes. She looked down at his chest in shame. ‘Not here…let’s go outside.’ She begged. ‘You drive….and I will tell you everything.’ With only a simple nod Michael took her hand and led her to his truck. He noticed how small her hand felt in his own. How. We were pleasantly buzzed as we walked off our meal along the main drive. We made a detour along a side street down to the harbour once more and found a bench to sit on. It was dusk, and would be dark soon, but the scene was perfect. Not a ripple on the water and only the cry of the odd seagull to interrupt the quiet of this evening.We were holding hands again, and I was completely at peace for once. I wasn't thinking about what might come tonight with Dory and I wasn't nervous or worried how I. Alex came back, sat on her face again and started to use rather rough sandpaper on her tits. This abrasive treatment opened old wounds again and created new ones, and soon both her tits were blazing red. The pain made her body twitch and clench, which really improved things, but it still wasn't enough for Alex. Therefore she took a cup that was standing nearby and emptied it's content over Carmens raw tits. It was, again, the concentrated hot sauce, and as soon it touched her udders the pain. You have your wife?” I stutter out more with a questioning inflection then a statement. Then as I think I have it figured out, I start to worry that Mr. Lucien has been feeling the things I’ve felt which made me feel horrible. This was the man that pulled me out of the darkness and dusted me off, saved this lost boy from his demons. Well, most of them anyway. If he even felt a twinge of sadness I felt at fault that I couldn’t protect the person I loved as a father.As a father, right?“Are things.