I'll speak with you soon, Damian." He shakes Mr Knight's hand firmly."I'll come with you." I begin to follow."No, no, Darling. It's nearly speech time.... I know where you like to be at speech time. Your mother and I will see you at home." He smiles, squeezing my hand again. A warmth of being closely watched drifts up my spine and I turn to find the gentle, yet predatory gaze of Mr Knight still watching me. I smile nervously."I should... Excuse me, Mr Knight. I need to be somewhere." I excuse. “You have NOTHING to feel sorry for. NOTHING.” He took Emma’s hands in his and squeezed them for emphasis. Emma smiled at him weakly.Brent leaned in and kissed her briefly.“Ok,” he said afterward, “Let’s do this.” He gestured towards the nightstand with a nod at ‘this’.Emma nodded and chuckled. “Ok. Let’s.”Brent laid down and placed his hands over his head. He wasn’t exactly sure how this worked; Andrea and he had never done anything remotely like bondage play. Fortunately, Emma took. I had the x-ray about an hour and a half later and the doctors fears were confirmed. Although not displaced, my tibia had cracked across the end. My foot had to be totally immobilised otherwise I could damage the ligaments and the fractured bone. By the time I got into the plaster room it was two am. and I was absolutely exhausted. The painkillers were beginning to wear off. A nurse in a plastic apron plastered my whole foot and up to my knee. If I hadn’t been so tired and in so much pain, I. I think now that we know each other better we will get together more often, but today I want to do something just for you.” By that time I was stepping out of my briefs, revealing a semi hardness that seemed to please her. She stayed on her knees in front of me and tapped the insides of my legs to make me spread them wider. “The pineapple shake is to make your semen sweeter to taste, I’ve done this before and I can’t get enough of it; it’s not bitter like most of the time. The shake was warm.