I smiled and asked him what he was doing with the old equipment. He was going to sell it off to some clinics. So I asked if I could buy the table that...I was sitting on. He smiled and asked me if I wanted the stirrups to go with it. Of course I did. He gave me a price and said that he would throw in the rolling instrument tray, his stool, and a few instruments too. Deal!A week later I paid him and took the stuff home. I had it all planned out that I would put it in my bathroom. It worked out. I was anguished, truly anguished over what was happening to me. I didn't understand it, couldn't think clearly and certainly couldn't tell anyone else about it.The next morning I was up before Angel and had already eaten and dressed for work by the time she came downstairs."Mmmmmm, I slept like a baby," she said as she slipped into the chair beside me and lifted her orange juice glass to her lips. The armhole of her nightie was just loose enough that I caught a glimpse of the soft curved side. Marlowe was recreant to adjust her position and footing to grab Rebecca. She stared in dismay and watched Rebecca frantically miss her within arms reach, but Marlowe never budged. She was gasping with breath and remained idle. The last thing she encountered was watching Rebecca swallow water and her eyes bulged and swelled as if with anger. Her wrist bracelet was shining as her hand slowly went in to descent. Rebecca disappeared from the surface.Marlowe could have grabbed her and saved her, but. I drew back, and plunged into her depths. Spreading her oils along my prong, I hammered her sex with my own, clasping her to me as I collapsed upon her. The only part of me moving was my pelvis, as we collided again and again, her panting moans a soprano counterpoint to my bass-line of coitus.Together we climbed the stairway of pleasure, cresting and pouring out over the top. I clutched her to me, and found myself taut as a bowstring, spasms of delight causing me to twitch with each jet of my.