Slowly my back healed, I could move, at first without flinching, then without thinking. One day I managed to look at myself in a mirror, happy I could...twist enough to look as I studied the damage, the overlapping cicatrises, some freshly pink, a few still angry red.Maybe it was because they'd grown used to me, perhaps it was because I never spoke, whatever the reason they discussed me without ever acknowledging my presence. When those discussions turned to more surgery, I chose to leave. That. Marylin took me by the hand and still without saying a single word she stood with her legs apart and two hands on the wall and indicated for me to lick and kiss her glorious arse as her friend watched fascinated. “Show my friend just how pretty your big thick cock is,” were the first words Marylin had spoken since she had come back from the bathroom as she turned and started pulling at my clothes. In no time Marylin had her wish and her friend seemed to be beaming her tacit approval as Marylin. "Thank you." I hung up and looked at the clock. It was 4:30 in Dallas where I live which made it 3:30 in San Diego where the area code says this Deborah Covington called from. I dialed the number the service gave me and presently a woman's voice answered."Hello?" Hello, Deborah Covington, please." This is her. How can I help you?" Mrs. Covington, my answering service told me you called and I am returning your call. My name is Tony. I believe our mutual friend Heidi has talked about me?" Tony.... Forbidden woman-flesh!Now she was kissing me. At first gently, then, as if losing control of herself, wildly and with complete abandon. She was sobbing my name. And her hand... her hand was on my... my erection. She was saying something. She wanted something. She wanted me. She wanted me inside her.It was oh, so sweet. She had guided me into her (somehow she knew how), and our gentle rocking as we lay side by side both comforted and excited us. We were doing something terribly forbidden, and.