‘I am sorry. I will see if I can find someone else. I am not sure this is going to work out.’ ‘Please,’ she said hugging me tight. ‘I didn�...t know or I never would have messed with you. I need this job. I need to know I can do something and not fuck it up.’ ‘Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.’ I said and she winked. ‘How long,’ she asked and giggled. ‘Sorry I couldn’t resist.’ I laughed and sent her away. I closed the door behind her and slumped to the floor. I had been so damn. Bill began to pump slowly within me at a nice pace. Occasionally I felt him speed up and begin to go at me. When he did, he was getting pretty deep. I guess my butt cheeks were giving in a little to his thrusts. But, for the most part he was doing me at a nice slower pace that our usual (if 2 other times can be called usual) pace. His knees and elbows were able to take just enough of his weight off of me so I could breath, but there was enough weight on me to make me know I was being loved, and. At first, she shied away but then she realized what I was doing. I took off the gag. She moved her jaw like you do when your mouth is forced open for an extended period of time. “Why?” she asked.I gave her a halfhearted smile. I was too tired to give her a good answer. Instead, I said, "I don't have a tent of my own. I'm going to sleep here. Don't worry I won't do anything else. I'd even take off your cuffs but I'm too afraid that you'd murder me in my sleep. I think you can understand. Martin woke up in hospital with bruises, cuts, and an unfathomable sense of loss which he didn’t understand until the consultant himself came round and sat beside him. He was a good empathic consultant; passionate about the NHS, never did a day’s work privately in his entire life, and cared about patients. He sat and gently explained to Martin that the accident could have been far worse, a lot of people could have been seriously hurt. Only one broken leg, and one fatality. Martin knew.