Their tongues met with a pleasant tickle. He cupped her cheeks, taking care not to touch the device that supported her head. “Are you crazy?” she...asked softly. He caressed her forehead and smoothed her hair back from her face. “Yes, but I can control my craziness,” he said and smiled. “It feels a bit strange to be treated this way. Since I lost my attractiveness…” He placed his forefinger on her mouth, muffling her words. “You are beautiful.” “Really, how could you know that?” . Fear occupies her body like some eldritch god, she can scarcely move. Well, not all of that is down to fear I realise soon enough. Her hands are bound, handcuffs tightened way too tight around her slim, bony wrists. I struggle, whimper, unsure now which sounds and actions are hers and which are mine. Her pulse drums in my ears. I hear footsteps and it quickens. There's that undercurrent of arousal of course, too... that's not hers, that's mine. Fuck knows why this shit turns me on so much, but. Helen would. Elizabeth would. And David would. "Some people had pretty high opinions of me." She replied."That is true, alpha bitch. Especially me. Get your ass home."Stacy had died two years after her son was born. Her will decreed that her son live with his godmother and her partner (now married legally) as she felt that he would have been better treated there then anywhere else. And he had gotten along with the two other children that the couple had themselves by a posthumous sperm donor. ” I sank down on her bed beside her, stroking her back. I ran my fingers up and down her, caressing her. I wanted to grab her ass. “I'm not mad that you made love with him. I'm happy you did.”She sniffed deeply. “What?”“I'm not mad,” I said. “I wanted this. Not this fast, but I hoped you and your father would have such sparks. That you'd want to experience it. I wanted to share him with you. I love you both so much. I wanted us to be so close.”She pulled the pink pillow, fringed in lace, off.