My motivation for writing was a relationship that is now over.It was the most deeply beautiful, intimate, wonderful and uniquely specialrelationship I...have ever hoped to have. I am incomplete.StoryIt was still dark when I stepped into her car. It smelled of her perfumeand leather. I put my bag on the backseat and we were off, driving to aweekend conference. We had a long journey ahead of us.We drove as the sun rose, talking, happy."Look in the glove box," she said suddenly.I looked in and found. Oh, don’t tell your dad this but he and his two partners are tenants in one of my buildings. He doesn’t know as far as I’m aware because I purchased it several months ago via a nominee company so please don’t tell him otherwise he might blow a boiler and try to get out of the lease.’ ‘But mum and I visited him in the Bach Building yesterday. It’s probably the most glamorous building in the city and he’s ever so proud of having the top floor.’ ‘Yeah well they pay through the nose for that. Charlotte murmured, “You will have to wait, big boy, I have other plans for that pleasure stick!” I sensed her climb off the bed, but the divine sex lips of Ellie kept me more than occupied. After a minute or so Charlotte climbed back onto the bed between my legs and lifted them up. Ellie was facing her and I felt her take my ankles and hold them against her shoulders. Then Charlotte applied lube around my anus and I felt her ease some sort of plug into it – big enough to take at least a couple. When he refused, they told him that it was either going to be him or her. What they didn’t know was my dad had hidden a knife under the mattress they were using. He turned the gun on his foster dad and shot him. Before his foster mom could react, he had pulled out the knife and stabbed her.” Hearing all this Emily thought she was going to faint; all the color was gone from her face. This was far worse than anything she had imagined but the look on Kat’s face told Emily that the story wasn’t.