"I lost all hope. I thought I had been sent there to die." I offered her my hand and she pulled forward. Then her face fell. "I cannot move my legs. I...thought I was healed. I can't move!" she cried."Perhaps it is the muscle atrophy. I was paralyzed for six years and it took months for me to regain all the strength in my legs. Be patient, love," I said as soothingly as I could. I held Cathy's hand as she panted for breath in near panic. Seph looked at the readout on the unit. She shook her. Dave smiled sweetly. “You’re a vision Chloe. A perfect vision. A little angel. I think we should…”“I know what to do, Mr. Foster,” Chloe interrupted, steeling herself. “My daddy showed me what to do.” She began opening her robe, revealing her wet, naked body.For a moment Dave did nothing. Chloe’s wet hair hung down and over her slender shoulders, still slightly dripping. The beads of water flowed down her sun bronzed skin between her budding tits, over her small pooch of a belly and down to the. “Oh…YES…” The waves continue, one after the other, the bullet teasing my body into a long, shuddering climax that I finally beg to end as the sensitivity becomes too much. My husband sets the toy aside and turns off the bullet, removing it from my panties. He leans over my body, now sprawled out on the floor. “Was that good?” he whispers against my ear. “Amazing,” I reply. “Have you had enough?” “Yes…that was perfect.” “Well, I’m not finished with you yet,” he growls, turning me over on my. “It’s as you suspected. I’ll send up something to help relieve the symptoms. This is just going to have to run its course, though.”“Would someone tell me what’s going on, why I’m so damned hormonal all of a ... fuck! I just figured it out. Sorry, Ellen, Dean. I’m having PMS, aren’t I?”“Not to make light of it, because of how severe it seems to be affecting you, but yes. I’ve been wondering when your system would, well, restore itself to normal. Father and I discussed your rather explosive.