Instead, she began idly flicking my cock with her finger, smirking at it.“The poor useless thing,” she coo’d, her expression one of cool disdain...“Please, Vanessa,” I said, erection gone, hating the vibe.“Please what, sweetie?”“Don’t make fun of me.”She gurned rather nastily.“Why not?”“Because, you know -”“I don’t know, Mark, no. Only thing I know is that I would rather like to be fucked properly on a regular basis by a man and it appears my husband is not up to the task.”“I am sorry, honey, I. The last time we talked, Greg mentioned that he has been married for fifteen years, and has a couple of teenagers a boy, and a girl. He mentioned to us that since his time in jail, he has become involved with the community. One of his activities is talking with teenage boys, especially the athletes, and doing his part to prevent what he almost did to me from happening to other girls, including his.I do not know how successful he has been in general. One day while I was at a supermarket line. Reaching behind her, I unlocked the handcuffs, letting them, the lace bra and the shirt fall to the floor. Holding her to me, I softly kissed her neck, her shoulders, her throat. Lowering my head, I kissed each breast, then each nipple; finally alternating back and forth sucking in one while I twirled the other between my thumb and forefinger as Cindy moaned softly. Gently grasping my head, Cindy pulled me up and kissed me, our tongues battling for supremacy as she held me tight against her,. ”“Traci worked in the clinic, right?”“I mostly just called up someone from the main clinic if I wasn’t just putting a band-aid on a small cut.” Traci said. “I helped a girl with eyedrops once. I never had to stick someone with a needle.”“Yeah, but those that get sent down here? We’re not sending our professionals.” Amanda said. “Olivia figured if you had access to a doctor you could hurt yourself bad enough to get evac’ed but not enough to risk killing yourself.”“Ow.” I smiled as she pricked.