They were more than happy with this and were getting really excited when I said that they could really just use her any way they liked, but could not ...draw blood unless agreed beforehand.I told you to be ready Friday evening at 6pm for me to pick you up and to wear nothing but a coat, I explained that I would take you there and once at the door you would only speak when spoken too and only say yes Master/Mistress until the session was over. I also explained as you were theirs for the day. We have laughs together all the time, and I just don't understand why I would do such a horrible thing to him. I am literally holding back tears right now as I'm typing this.Now our strange relationship started when I saw his mom for the first time a few months ago. Keep in mind, his mom has been married for 18 years, and his father (Who is a retired weightlifter, and current high school weightlifting coach) was also there with her. His mom is also fine as hell, and I tried to keep from. I thought it was endearing, in my own twisted way. Tomoko disagreed, as she frantically tried to scoop it out of her body. She cried a lot, and said something that must have meant either "there's so much" or "why did you come inside?". I wasn't sure. As she realized there wasn't much she could do, she curled up on the table, holding her knees to her body into a fetal position. She weeped a lot. I wonder what was going through her mind at that point. Whatever ugly thought it was, she was still. ”Alex didn’t raise her head from my shoulder. She didn’t move her hand from my good parts. She whispered, “Hey, Dad, Hey, Mom.“They are beautiful, Margaret,” Aiden said. “Very beautiful.”Margaret reached down, caught the sheet, and pulled it down to our knees. I knew Alex could feel the sheet being removed but she still didn’t move her hand.‘Thank you, Aiden, Margaret,” I said.“For what?” Aiden asked.“For your daughter,” I said. “She’s going to be my wife.”“Yes, I know, Margaret said.“Be good.