With the active life I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the senses and I never want to miss a single sensation when submitting to my D...m’s wishes. I was washing my hands and when I went to grab a paper towel to dry them, a girl who looked very nervous came over to me and whispered “don’t go home with him, he’s a rapist”; then she quickly walked out and I didn’t see her again when I came out of the restroom. I thought about what she said and seeing the wounded look in her teary. .. wasn’t going to use them ... nope ... they were the ones who called in the backorder.I clicked on my choice ... WEBSITE ... well ... how about that. “Affiliates in Canberra, Cowra, Dubbo ... and Sydney.” Where I bought the parts. I ‘accidentally’ read the blurb out-loud ... a little louder than absolutely necessary. The Palace has double doors ... both of them slammed shut.Daddy appeared half an hour later with a carton of liter cans. He was wet.“You are wet,” I said.“Raining.”He proceeded. “Violet, I…”“Charles, don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say. We needed each other, so ‘thank you’ isn’t even the right phrase.”“What should I say.”“How about – goodbye?”She put he hands around his neck and leaned up to kiss him a final time. They were almost there, but hey both stopped. It already didn’t feel right. Life had moved on.She kissed him softly on the cheek.“Goodbye Charles.” ****It was only three months since Adam had arrived back home. The honeymoon phase of his return. Slipping under the covers, I backed up to Al, so that we could spoon while we slept and sleep we did. I woke to Al’s semi-hard cock pushing between my ass cheeks and his hands squeezing my chest and nipples.Waking to the attentions of a very appreciative lover is always a plus and I never wanted it to end. As I could feel that his cock was getting harder I grabbed the bottle of lube that I left on the nightstand. Raising my free leg I squirted a little on my hole and his cock which made things.