“OK,” she said.She put my fingers on her palm and the tips curled downward – as they’d done since the full cast had been removed.“We’re go...ng to get you a rubber ball,” she informed me. “For now, you might have to manipulate the fingers with your left hand until you get the feeling back in your right. It won’t matter. We just want the muscles in your forearm to stay active.”She ran her hand up my arm to almost my elbow and dug her thumb into the muscles. I could see her watching for any. In a nation the size of America, it is always raining somewhere, it is always hot and sunny somewhere, and it is always snowing somewhere. I am informed when things start going bad, but you can also always figure it’s going to go bad somewhere. There are certain criteria that need to be met to declare someplace a disaster area, and you can count on the appropriate Congressman or Senator to call me asking for Federal assistance. As a rule, you pretty much rubberstamp the requests for assistance.. She yelled, "Why are you home daddy? I'm sorry, I should have known better to do this.When there eyes met daddy let go of his cock and said, "Ah-ah I could not resist baby, you're so fucking sexy. Damn Trina, I want you! I have been thinking about fucking you every night, but didn't know how to approach you. You know how long it's been since I have seen a desirable sexy woman? Oh honey, can I touch your pussy?"She couldn't keep her eyes off daddy. She licked her lips when she saw his huge cock.. “I would like you to wear this.” Laura handed Amy a collar to look at. It was made of thick black leather with a soft lining, and came adorned with a brass, bone-shaped tag. ‘Amy Macdonald’ was engraved on the front. Her eyes went wide, and she felt a stirring in her stomach. Amy held the collar in her hands and looked up at Dr. Conseil with a frustrated expression. “I’m not a dog, doctor.” she explained.“I can see that, Amy.” he replied.“I’m not sure you do. See, this is a dog collar. For.