Sophie returned to school a few weeks later this time in a wheelchair. I took great delight in pushing her around and carrying her wherever she needed...to go. Often carrying her gave me an almighty erection. She was working toward walking with prosthetics again and was doing very well. She was already able to use her new myoelectric arm very well, though I still preferred her cable operated split hook arm.One Saturday night when my parents had gone away for the weekend I threw a huge party. All. .. slave," Mistress commanded.Todd sat, shaking a little. And watched as Mistress Elizabeth moved a different black piece toward his red one -- leaving an empty space behind it."On the floor," she commanded. Todd dropped on all fours, as Mistress Elizabeth spread her legs wide. "Nuzzle my pussy, slave."Todd crawled forward, and pushed his face against Mistress Elizabeth's crotch, under her raised skirt. Of course, she wore no panties, as usual during their sessions. He pressed his nose along. Even the other two passengers complimented her on her driving.We had tickets in one of the new Pullman sleeping cars, and we were looking forward to trying that out. I asked the conductor how we should handle the receipts that the relay station master had given us, and he said that I could redeem them at their next stop. It would be a division point, and there would be plenty of time while the locomotive and train crew were swapped. Okay, that was fine with me, so I did not worry about it.Ah,. The screen darkened as the computer shut down, and I gathered my things together with the slow movements of the truly weary. I mentally turned down the wine-glass option. It just made me feel worse and take inadvisable baths that got cold. Maybe I’d stop by the shops on the way home. Find something new to read. I longed for that deep-reading-oblivion, where I got to be in someone else’s head. To go live in someone else’s shoes for a little while, and not in mine. I was so concentrated on.