" He said, very solemnly. "I'm sorry it has to be under these circumstances.." You left me" she accused him. Tears hot on her face again."You fucking...abandoned me and left me all the fuck alone. You fucking… you could have written me back… you could have told me you loved me….you left me… I was so alone." Hot tears continued to run, but she was at a loss for words.“I was so alone” she whispered. “You could never know what I had to do to survive”"Nor you, me.” he choked out, as his eyes seemed. I look at your body. That sweet chocolate coated skin, your every curve. You turn smiling at me looking at me, I hold you tighter in my arms. Kissing your glowing cheek. The moments we spend in each other arms are so rear. But that’s a thing I wish would change soon. I slowly start to run my hand all over your body. I kiss your cheek, leaving my lips lingering on it. You put your hand on my face. Your touch, your simplest touch, the effects that it has on me, you may never understand. I lean in. That makes me smile for a moment. ‘Only if you want. I’m just. . . Before I had kids. . .’ That’s a sentence that’s going nowhere, so I try again. ‘I’m just having a week where it feels like every day is harder to get through than the day before.’ ‘Something happen?’ ‘No, it’s something with me.’ And then I talk. I tell you about the frustration of being on my own over a year with the kids and suddenly realizing I have no idea where the wound disinfectant is in my own apartment. Or the. "Guy called room service and ordered a porterhouse steak and an extra serving of steak fries. He also ordered two slices of toast."The toast is for you," he said. "No need to starve yourself waiting for me to feed you. I might not have to shit until tomorrow. You can't go hungry that long." Yes, Daddy," said Dawn. "What and when I eat is up to you."Their food arrived a short while later. After the waiter left, Guy set up his folding BDSM bench adjacent to the small table in the corner of the.