“And I can’t resist you either, because the feeling is very, very mutual.” Her eyes closed, head tilted as Grant bent over the last few inches a...d kissed her.Their hearts immediately pumped faster, faces reddened like teens, as they experienced another sensual kiss. “Thank you, Grant.”Jennifer sat in her wheelchair at the end of the long wooden bars facing another attempt to walk one step more than yesterday. “I can’t possibly walk that far!”“You’ve made it over halfway before, let’s see you. My makeup was done and my lips painted a bright red (the perfect color for cocksucking). I was ready. My first visitor was the guy who emailed me, he arrived about 4:30 in the afternoon, he was youngish, maybe 35, could tell he was nervous so I sat down on the edge of the bed and he sat down beside me. I knew I would have to make a move first, so I put my hand on his thigh and then to his crotch. His cock was hard already so I started to undo his jeans and he assisted me. He stood up to lower. “You better behave during dinner,” he said menacingly and then kissed me lovingly. I loved the tenderness I felt in my ass when we sat down for dinner. The soft aching all night was a constant reminder of my earlier punishment. “I just love your new table,” one of my friends said admiringly. My boyfriend and I smirked at each other. “Thank you. We do too!” I said. The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, good food and then drinks at a nearby bar with our friends. By the time we got home. Uncle spoke again to suggest that we should immediately lodge a police complaint but I alerted that this would ruin Divya’s life, honour, everything, and we must not let that happen since the fault was never hers but that, it was just a traumatic incident. Everyone there seemed perplexed. I continued that the best option would be to marry her off.There were whispers about abortion too but no one dared to speak that out, and the situation was turning just like what I had wanted. The ladies.