Eventually, the nurse, another, not Marge, let him be.“I let you two boys catch up. Talk to him, Mr. Ruskin. Hearing a familiar voice might help him...find his way out of his coma.”She knew nothing. Alex’s voice was nothing familiar to Carter. Yes, he knew the guy from all the ads, and the tabloids showing Aron and him attending various social functions. But, otherwise, if it was Alex Ruskin or one of the Kardashians, that was pretty much the same thing for Carter. He wasn’t watching TV,. Do you like what I'm wearing, by the way? My favourite short black skirt, the one with pleats, and my red satin blouse. Red and black, such a great combination, don't you think. And black seamed stockings with high heels. All the boys like those. Yes, they really are stockings, and I'll show you more of them later.I like the way your eyes are roving all over my body. Which bit do you like the best? I notice you watch very closely as I cross my legs; can you hear the rustle of nylon as you get. Now he is slowly bringing her legs to her shoulders.“Too DEEP, domn! Oh, you devil! Damn!!” But Marishka’s still coming on him. “I want to feel this pizda to the core.” Her mastare withdraws and wraps her weakened thighs around his ears, eating her out comfortably. “I have to. Mmmmm...amazing. You're gonna get us in trouble, you know that? Look at Amber."The duo's ruby eyes assessed their voyeur carefully, and Caius softened his edge. "You're pretty as hell. Hang tight."Amber tried to stand but. Allcomments gratefully received. I realise that this may be a very nichesubject.Chapter 3:Chantal and Judith assisted the still groggy and slightly confused Maryfrom the operating table. They placed in her in a wheelchair and pushedher to Judith's waiting Bentley. The armless cape was once again slippedover Mary's head and the attached voluminous hood tied neatly by itsfasteners under her chin. Once this was in place Mary was helped backinto the rear of the car and secured by the seat.