However, not so much you could check in every now and then. You promised me you’d monitor my progress. I’ve got a thousand questions.‍”“Pati...nce. It’s a ... virtue, isn’t it?”“That’s the saying,” Phil confirmed, creating an imitation airplane with his hand and flying it among the clouds—something he’d never do in an actual park where someone might see him behaving as a child. When he’d tried it when his kids were younger, they stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. He’d never allowed himself. With my back against the workbench once again I could now see the guy who had raped me. He was old and his eyes were cold as ice. You should lie down babe, were not finished with you yet&hellip, He said and took one of my hands and tied a knot around the wrist and fixed it to the table. Then he did the same with the other hand so both my hands were tied out to the side. From above I probably looked a bit like I was on a cross or something. I wanted to ask him where I was and who he was.. Breakfast, again soft food, fruit compote and scrambled eggs - all helpsthe diet I am on, then back to reading my diaries.As I said earlier these made fascinating reading, it was Nichola's lifein a book, or my life as it is now.At ten doctor Jackson arrived and looked at my wounds, he pronounce thathe was happy that they were healing well and had a good scab over them,he left the dressings off and I asked him about a shower, he told me thatas long as I was careful not to disturb the incisions I. I stood about fifteen feet away to her left, I couldn't see the details of what's between her legs as I saw only her profile. But, I could see her hand moving slightly up and down. She was rubbing her pussy!With this, my cock started swelling. I was a witness to an interesting moment. I wondered if I should jump into this crazy situation and be a part of it or be content to be just a spectator.The hand rubbed the pussy silently. The anonymous woman didn't make any sounds as she masturbated.