We can be together, you don’t need to work here Dina.” “Dawn, I’m not really your manager, I don’t know anything about the recording business, nothing about negotiating bookings or whatever, not at your level anyway, besides, I doubt that Peter would be happy with it. You’ve always got a home with me while you want it but I think it’s time we recognised that our lives are going to take different paths.” She sat back, staring at me, “You don’t want me anymore do you, Dina, you can’t be jealous surely? What have I done to upset you so much that you don’t love me anymore?” For a moment, I was stunned, had I not explained properly, how could she think that. “You don’t know how wrong you are Dawn, it hurts me deeply that you should even think that, I do love you, with all my heart and I’m so happy for you, and for the gift you have and now Fucking the opportunity to take advantage of it but I will not stand in your way. Please believe me, I do love you and like I said, my home will always be your home. Now, I’m sorry love but we need to go, we do still have a gig tonight.” Sadness gripped my heart as she turned and walked off to the car, leaving me to gather our stuff. It was an awkward and silent drive home. The night’s gig was the first time that the spark between us was missing, the show was okay but the magic was missing, she smiled at the punters but not once at me, how I kept a brave face and a tremor out of my voice, I’ll never know. doggystyle It turned out to be our last show together. “You coming to bed yet, Dawn?” I called from the bedroom. “Not just yet,” she answered. I didn’t check the time but it was well into the night when I woke, I reached to touch her but only found an empty space. I padded downstairs, she was on the sofa all wrapped in a blanket and fast asleep. For an age I stood watching her, questioning, should I wake her, ask her again to come to bed or should I let her sleep? In the end, I fetched a bottle of brandy and spent the rest of the night sitting on the balcony, Sport slowly getting pissed. I must have fallen asleep at some stage, pornstars with a thick head, I wandered into the kitchen and put the coffee maker on. I saw the blanket was gone from the living room, she wasn’t in the bedroom or bathroom. I panicked, shouting for her but was only met with silence. Then downstairs to the Hardcore parking area, her car was gone. A check around the apartment soon showed that most of her stuff was gone. In desperation, I searched for a note from her but there was none. I don’t know how many hours it was that I lay on the sofa, for ages I cried until there were no tears left, then dry sobs shook my body. Sometime that afternoon, the doorbell woke me, “Fuck off!” I shouted, but the bell kept on ringing. It was my friend Romero. “Sorry pal, what can I do for you.” Several of the jury members had brought their cameras and Fucking were busy snapping photos of the body. I was just getting out of the shower when I got a text Hardcore from Tina, “He’s here. I quickly kissed the tip of his organ and then went back to it. Honestly, I wanted to reciprocate, just not with all these men watching. One word from him and both Sue, Sarah in the kitchen and Sammy who ran the stable would turn on her and help Master correct her. “Really? Sport It still hurt like a motherfucker, but he could move again. If I wasn't blind... She immediately began to cheese as pornstars if it was Christmas morning. Though the lights were on, Vallerie had excellent eyesight. Cindy looks at Issy worried. The numbers of women in self-exile were soon boosted by those under official punishment. I couldn't think of anything else but the harem. A rushing feeling of excitement washed down through her body, the warm, pleasant eagerness centering in her vagina. She showed him three beautiful family rooms, a lavish office, the fully stocked study containing any book one might want or need with three large polished oak desk. “When did you get the tattoo?” Martin was semi-lucid, before he realized a heat was pressing into his leg. After a bit of fiddling with the keys she got the handcuffs off her. Troupes of fans milled about, squatted, or sprawled out on the floor in the lobby, creating an ever-changing topography of areas doggystyle to navigate. He was Kevin Bacon. “I knew it the first time you looked at my cock. With a grunt he emptied his load deep into her gut in several great spurts. I took Miss Rochester upstairs and do you know I believe Mother took Dawkins up to her room as well. His brow furrowed as he read it aloud in a soft voice.