‘Well now, this is an interesting turn of events. Trying to protect dear wimpy hubbie, how noble. Well, I’ll tell you what. I’ll take you up on ...our challenge, but only to a point. You can take his 17. But since you dared to speak out without permission, he will take six for you.!’ Well, I figured six was at least better than 17, and if I spoke out any more, I was sure it would get worse, so I shut up and just stood there. I watched as they released Keith, and I meekly stepped into position.. The broken bones had fully healed, so there was little danger of breaking them again without doing something stupid like getting hit by lightning and falling out of a tree.The torn knee ligaments, dislocated patella, and soft tissue injuries, however, combined with the shocking weakness and stiffness of that leg left my knee feeling weak and unsteady, as if it would take very little to reinjure it before the muscles could recover enough to offer some protection. I was given a cane and a stout. Gripping my hair so I have to struggle with him to latch back on. When he slides inside I suck and lick and swallow with enthusiasm. I have a single goal. I need his cum.He lets me think that I have control for a few minutes. The sounds of my soppy, slutty sucking filling his quiet office before he takes control again.When he's had enough of my desperation he tightens his grip and pushes back in deep. My nose is pressed hard against his pelvis before he starts pumping in short strokes. My jaw. Do you know what time it is?" It's morning here. Why? What time is it there?" 4 am."Devi laughed. "Who cares? I had to call. Bess is here!" Where?" I exclaimed, suddenly awake and sitting up."Amsterdam!" Amsterdam? How can that be?" I asked. Her birthday card had a Florida postmark. In it she wrote, "I'm trying to forget. I hope you have better luck. Goddamn birthdays. All my love, Bess." She's got a window. You know. On the street! We had a date. It was weird and kinky and gave me a wild.