Everything seems to be circling around in the other direction now.Donald can hear Emma move away and her typing on her laptop. ‘What is she doing?�...� Donald wonders.Emma, thorough and resourceful as she has become, she spends an hour searching and ordering things to add to this new regime between them as Donald stands facing the wall. Some will be delivered tomorrow, others it will be a few days. But the important ones will be here in the morning to start things rolling.When she finishes and. It was the thought of losing her that made me most aware of how much I wanted her: to help her, yes, but also to be there for her, to be good for her, to be with her.I sighed. "Death is the mother of beauty," I said. Lauren looked questioningly at me as I got up from the desk and made sure the door was locked, then killed the light and got into bed, the room lit now by only by the city's ambient light. "It's from a poem," I said as I got settled. "The possibility of losing something is what. It took her a moment to remember that it should be Charlie’s. His arms were wrapped around her possessively, and she was sweaty where her back rested against his hairy chest. Her back, arse, and legs were sore and somewhat stiff. She took a deep breath and tried to stretch a bit. It hurt to move, and she discovered her wrists were bound; then she smiled as she remembered Charlie had used her own underwear to tie her hands together before clipping her to the headboard. At least he had. .."Okay why not"....I could not believe the words had came out of my mouth, but before I could recant them Roger was standing up staring at me, he said to push closer to the edge of the bed and I did, my erection was unhidable protruding out of my boxers and he took it into his hand, he was jerking both of us now, the feeling of another persons hand on my cock was amazing then he pulled me forward and slowly started to suck my cock and I came in seconds, Roger followed suit he groaned and came.