“Carl”, Carl replied. “Where you from Petra?” Carl enquired. “From Wokingham, but my parents are from the Czech Republic”. “Nice”, Car... replied. Language was clearly not going to be an issue. Carl had some very specific plans. They reached Carls flat and ran upstairs into the bedroom. It just occurred to him, Mary-Rose could walk in and catch them. “Fuck it”, he thought to himself. He looked at Petra. In a deep booming voice he said “Take your fucking clothes off now!” She looked back in. I missed the arm the most, because I had also injured my back, and could not feel the legs, even if they were not gone. I woke whole, and felt great joy, and it is now as ash in my mouth, for this woman has lost a baby, and what is what I gained, when measured against that loss?" You speak her language, then?", Steve asked. "I thought I recognized German, but I don't speak it. Do you remember anything of how you came to be here? My last memory is of sitting beside a roadway, at a table, looking. I've sucked you before, barely getting half of it in my mouth, though you never complain, and certainly you cum like a river as I suck you off. You smile at our conversation, still hiding something. You weave through the city, pulling into the parking lot of the large adult store in town, escorting me in and steering me through the aisles to a wall of dildos and vibrators. You point to one near the floor, a medium-sized dildo with a large head, smaller than your cock but larger than mine. I. This was achieved by carefully working the sheet down off my breasts by gently wiggling it down using my stockinged legs and feet.It was not an easy task because the seventy-denier tights prevented any proper grip on the sheet. My feet were ankle-cuffed to the bed frame and my legs spread apart. Eventually I achieved my aims and exposed my nipples to the air. Slowly my body recovered from the awful rigours of the day. Fortunately the night was warm and I did not get chilled later in the night..