"Are you doing alright?" Robin interjected."Yeah, I feel fine," I replied."Hey, when you get out of here, we're talking about taking sort of a family ...acation. That sound good to you?" Mr. Taylor proposed."Um, sure, but I'm not sure I'll really be able to do much of anything for a while," I pointed out. I had all sorts of broken bones, and if my memory served me correctly those take about eight weeks to heal, and I'd probably be out for a while before they healed up."Hmm, you're probably right.. I went downstairs to the den and turned on a lamp in the corner. I popped a bulb out and angled the shade so the light wouldn’t be too bright. I opened my robe and pulled on the pajama bottoms, then tightened the robe again. I turned on the stereo, and put some light jazz on the CD, turned down low. Finally, I poured two snifters of brandy and sat down in my lounger.Debby entered after about fifteen minutes. The wait was worth it. She had blow-dried her hair, and it hung in golden curls to her. She jerked again and cried out as I pushed the knot across her clit, her now more sensitized flesh screaming as the course rope dragged across it, to be quickly replaced by a muffled gasp as my lips and tongue began working her clit again, every once in a while dipping down to smear my face in the copious juices streaming from her cunt. Back and forth I ran the knot across her clit as she left a puddle from her sex soaking the comforter beneath her, and I thought about the myriad ways I could. He stood there momentarily, then sunk to his knees and fell face first to the canvas. He rolled into the fetal position, while the ref counted him out. He didn't know it but he had gotten off lucky. Last year she would have held him against the ropes, and thrown a series of lefts and rights to his head, breaking his nose and rendering him unconscious before she quit. When her hand was raised in victory, she walked over to the beaten fighter and extended her hand to help him up. He looked up at.