Losing his balance, he was able to prevent a more serious fall by grabbing the handrails and lifting his legs free of the belt while a technician, Mar...y, rushed to hit the emergency stop.The medico who ran the rehab was there in an instant, helping him off the treadmill and on to a nearby bench, his ankle sitting at an unnatural angle and Pan gasping at the pain that was shooting up his left side.The new bio-mechanical leg had been grafted to the nerves and blood vessels in the stump of his old. “Not in front of the servants, ma cherie. Let’s go indoors. To the couch.” Rose-Marie giggled and pulled her fiancé by his steadily swelling penis into the main living room, past the huge piano that filled the far end of the room, and onto the sofa that stretched out by the huge unlit fireplace and the equally huge television screen. As always, when Yves’ prick was erect, all he wanted to do was to push it into his fiancée’s vagina and release its contents. Rose-Marie was in less of a hurry.. "Why are you crying? Have I hurt you?" "No, oh no, I suddenly feel so secure and so dependant and helpless and,and free! But that doesn't make sense." "Yes it does my love, it makes all the sense in the world but I have somethingelse that will make you understand the meaning of being helpless even more." Ikissed her softly on the lips and then used one hand to pull gently down onher lower jaw so that her mouth opened. The leather gag fitted perfectly andI buckled the strap behind her head. We. I crawled up between her legs, aimed my hard-on at her pussy and asked, "May I?"She just nodded and I plunged into her, lifting her legs to my shoulders. It felt good — no; make that great — to bury my cock into a warm slick pussy again. Her legs helped me stay upright while my hand fondled her tits, tweaking her erect nipples. I loved how every few seconds she pressed her hooters up into my hands. For several minutes, I enjoyed a leisurely fuck of a sexy woman.Spreading her legs and easing.