Mrs Beale and Tsanja, very carefully, rolled her face up onto the bed, and Dee could not help but think, morbidly, that it was the one that Mrs Beale ...ad shared with her husband before he had died.Tsanja was sent off to inform Dee's mother, and Mrs Beale began to explain about the healing process."Dee, you have had a very bad break. I can heal it, but it will take some time. Please, don't be distressed, but my healing methods may seem a little strange to you. You are in a lot of pain now, but. Deep down I knew it was not me because I looked after myself kept in shape and still had a part time modeling career.Bit by bit the truth was beginning to dawn on me as when on the few occasions we actually did something physical he wanted me to talk about sex with other men I had met, and he finished off by masturbating as I told a pack of lies.I Googled his conditions and arrived at my husbands fetish, he fantasized when I left for a weekend's modelling, he knew I did one off specials for. .i didn't bother too..i was watching the movie...slowly he started making movement as if adjusting himself in the seat...occasionally touching my hand....i thought it was just that he was adjusting himself and continued watching the movie..then in sometime he touched my stomach...and then placed his hand on my things....it send a wave of shiver down my spine...i wanted to move away but i was not sure also what to do...Before i could decide, he caught my cock and squeezed it...it was the first. A few minutes later a older man sat in the row across the isle from mine. Sitting for ten minutes the driver closed the door. There were only six other people, and they say up front. The man leaned over and asked if I'd like someone to talk to since it was going to be a long trip. I said sure. As he came over and sat beside me, the bus pulled out of the station. He said his name was Bill, I told him mine. He said you look a bit young to be on my own. I told him I was in highschool and I was.