The capital city of Terfain was less than half a day's ride from the coast.The journey was uneventful, and the city was located at the end of a broad ...alley with mountains as a backdrop. The countryside reminded Arron of Switzerland, a place he had visited as a child when his father had to travel there on business. The memory of the place they stayed at reminded him of the room he was allocated during his stay at the Intelligence Corps medical facility, where he had spent several weeks after. I want you to run your finger into my ass…I want you to find my prostate gland…easy, easy!…good…good…ooo…a little more…ooooh, do you feel that?’ ‘Wow, I can’t believe how hard your cock got.’ She started to stroke me briskly. ‘No. Stop. Take your finger out….oooh, that feels great….oooh.’ I rolled over and told her to prop herself up while I lay in front of her, my face about a foot from her pussy. ‘I want you to masturbate in front of me. I want you to tell me how you do it while you’re doing. He knew the truck well. It belonged to a young Anglo by the name of Corin; who was the youngest son of a ranching family that Jake had known in that area for as long as he could remember. The experiences had not been good ones, either. But this was nearly always the case with the Anglos and the 'natives.' So, as Jake made his way through the clumps of sage and big and little black boulders towards the rim itself, he felt a mix of both anticipation, as well as the underlying desire to 'corrupt'. He had not run since he lost his leg and his body was punishing him for it. He was determined to push the performance envelope every day of his rehab, and he ignored the pain and soreness that came with that push.He increased the pace again, his lungs laboring mightily to keep the air in his lungs oxygenated. He had kept the pace for just under two minutes when the ankle on his prosthesis locked up, causing it to catch on the textured belt of the treadmill.Losing his balance, he was able to.