He could only see a blinding white light,with the faint image of a girl within. It must be an Angel, he decided."Here." She gave the man a bottle. He ...ook one small sip and spat itout."Thas not a proper drink," he said. "Thas just water." It is good for you," the Angel said, putting her hand on his shoulder."You need to keep hydrated. Water is good. It is liquor that is bad foryou. I want you to stop drinking it. Have you eaten today?"Water was good tasting, suddenly. And the Angel said he had. She was quite a good nurse, and I am glad that she was there, because it was she who helped me survive. Her name is Michelle, and she is in her late 30s, with thick black wavy hair, a bit heavyset, and very bossy. As I was recovering, she gently broke the news to me of how much things had changed. And then one day she said she had the final tests to give me, a routine physical, followed by her taking out my penis and masturbating me to orgasm. At the time I remember being a little surprised as. She even asked me to be in the wedding! I, basially against my will agreed. It was a nice wedding.. All the food and alcohol that you could drink. Terry tried to set me up with a groomsman, but I had other plans for my night. I grabbed a long stem red rose out of an arrangement and left shortly after the happy couple. It was June, so it was a warm night. My dress was baby blue and stapless. I do have to say she had good tastes in them. I drove to Randy's house after leaving the wedding. I. I had my own ideas of pushing her to the limits of her sexual deviance. I wondered just how far Nikki would go, for the sake of pleasing another man.Our relationship rapidly descended into decadence. I had gained possession of a complete and unrestricted slutwife. Nikki yielded her body and will to my every desire, and I began to indulge in the filthy sexuality of a well-seasoned whore. In fact, I enjoyed knowing that my girlfriend was a used tramp. I found her sexual history arousing. It.