Kim was standing next to him listening when shecaught a glimpse of some red color that was just barely visable betweenPat's mattress and box spring. "...ell well!" She said as she confidentlywent over to his bed and then pulled the two other pairs of panties outfrom their hiding spot. Pat stopped trying to cover himself, his jeanshaving fallen off at the bottom of the stairs, and silently stared at thelace trimmed panties Kim was holding. "Who would have guessed that youare a panty-wearing. Then as soon as you're up to it, which I hope for the sake of insurance will only be a few minutes later, you do the other as well. Your balls will have been filling up for nearly two days, so you should have plenty to spare. And that's it. You're free to fuck whoever you want for the next, say, twenty hours. That gives you twenty hours to recover before I might need you again." You're a genius, love!" I am. So the IQ tests said, anyway. But then, so are you. Now, use your IQ-170 brain to tell. .well, if you do die during the transfer...we'll still have all ofyour useful organs. Either way, losing you will be no great loss!"I tried to reach up and grab him, I wanted nothing more than to stranglethe life from his body! However, the bonds firmly held me, and preventedme from feeling his scrawny neck snap under the strength of my grasp. Hesat there smugly, driving me into a rage that only left me shaking withpent up anger and frustration."Let me give you some possible examples..." He. He instantly perked up and said, "That would be great doc. Anything toget back into the game." as his eyes locked on mine and then gazed down my neck over my voluptuous breasts.He asked, "What kind of therapy do have in mind?"I replied "A combination of massage and physical therapies." Mmmm, sounds very nice doctor." he said.With my hands, I gently began massaging his badly sprained ankle."Ok doctor" he added as he moved his ankle toward me.His eyes were never leaving my chest as it moved up.