“You know the routine. We’ll check them again tomorrow and redo your bandages.”It was a routine they were both used to. When Angel first came in...o Rich’s house, she was manipulative towards her own body. She would have night terrors so extreme and vivid that she would claw at her own flesh, in her sleep. Occasionally Angel would get so depressed she would cut herself. She had since gotten out of her manipulative habits, but that by no means she no longer had the terrors and depression.Rich was. It's not over the edge, so I'm not sure if this is what you're looking for.You, being the attention seeking whore that you are, already have my attention with the skimpy little outfit you are wearing. The short red and black plaid skirt; almost see-through black button-up blouse, unbuttoned just enough to see a hint of cleavage; black thigh highs with lace barely visible under the hem of your skirt; black patent leather pumps... Yeah, you had my attention as soon as you entered the office.I. Dick decided he had enough of this shit and with a rather loud sucking and wet slurping sound, dropped out of Wendy’s pussy and onto the floor. We both laughed so hard at the gross noise it made we almost lost connection. “OK, now down the stairs and into the kitchen. Forward march.” She laughed and giggled some more. “I love this.” We carefully made our way out into the hall, and to the stairs. I began to see some physic laws about to be broken if we were to stay connected or injured body. But at this point, my decision had been made and I couldn't turn back now. I felt the change beginning and I rushed into the bathroom to watch. Joe was almost forty, short brown hair, brown eyes, about six foot tall, and a little on the overweight side. That's why I was wearing the sweats. I figured they would stretch enough to fit him. I couldn't see what Lisa saw in him. I guess it was his confidence, because she couldn't have been after him for his good looks. I watched in the mirror.