It’s nothing. Just tell me what’s scaring you.”Cupping my cheek, she ran her thumb just under the bandage. It took her a minute before she could...start.“When I got here from 1968, no, actually before I got here, I guess. There was a middle place. I can’t describe it in any way that would do it justice. How do I put this? It felt like the center of everything. Like all of reality was tethered to this place or radiated out from it, like spokes from the center of a wheel.”She gathered herself,. He presses more firmly into the warmth of my crotch, and I bite my lip. I make to push away again, but Daddy leans down and says more quietly than a whisper into my ear “I have all the photos you’ve sent me. Don’t think I won’t send them to your parents”. Keeping pressure, he begins to saw his hand back and forth between my legs. My lips part, and Daddy leans down to lick my temple and nuzzle my hair. I thought he loved me? Why would he threaten me with those photos?The businessman’s eyes ware. Many people work under me, I hardly know there names apart from a bunch of Ladies which I have hired, they are my personal property, I pay for them to appear sexy, ready to serve me at all times, only criteria here is they should be sexy as hell, and be comfortable doing things I like, have had quite a few girls like this in previous 3 years.I have a very docile man working me named Raghu, he is so nervous have seen him hardly speak, he sits next to my chamber, hence he always knows what. "He is going away in a few days. Are you going to let him go with all this uncertainty?" How do you kn..." she stops her question mid-sentence. "oh." "But he will be back, right?" She worries her bottom lip."All futures are unclear," I say in a sigh. "I know he goes, where yes. Not the will or will not. So, what if..." I give her a pointed look. What if he doesn't return. I leave that unsaid.Yep that's me, defender of man helping out the love lorn. What a shame, I should have done this years.