Seen him slump and accept his sodden fate, had given a sympathetic smile. ‘I was in the Army, it’s not far.’ ‘But with your leg…’ she tra...led off. ‘Legs.’ The prosthetics clunked when he tapped them with his hated stick. ‘They’ll be fine.’ They weren’t fine – the fit of one cup wasn’t quite right, and he could feel a sore developing. ‘Can you wait just a while longer?’ He drew his shoulders back, lifted his chin up. ‘Sorry, I have to go now. Goodnight.’ And stepped out into the deluge. Fifty. He was there, greeting me with a leering look as my crème charmeuse blouse shimmered with each step of my bounding breasts, my black heels echoing from the polished marble floor. He did look so very out of place for a four-star establishment, wearing baggy shorts, and a wife-beater t-shirt, with undone high-top sneakers, and a couple of gold chains around his neck. Plus one in his fingers. It was that one which was intended for me. It was thin, but just as real as his own jewelry. I never. My mind raced.But when Mickael stepped in front of me with rubbing cock through his slacks, I offered him the best whorish smile I could muster.The couch leather stuck to my bare skin. I sat with my legs crossed, hiding my naked pussy. Slightly bent at the waist, I hid my tits with my crossed arms. A bit daft I suppose as Mickael had documented everything with his bloody camera.My stomach churned and my heart leapt into my mouth as Mickael undressed. Naked he stepped up to me while holding his. It was one thing to swim in the pool of my own gym, where there were few people, but to do the same in my physical condition before a large crowd was not on.I made my farewells and drove back to the flat to leave the car, and then got a taxi to the Cross Keys.They were already in residence and my pint was waiting for me. We chatted aimlessly for a while and then I decided to share what I had found out."Gentlemen," I began, "I've been doing some research concerning my attack, and I think you.