“Here,” she took my hand and began guiding it to her chest. “It’s all right, it feels good when they’re touched.” My fingers spread across...her breast. She sighed slightly, “mmm, play with them all you like; we have all night and this should be fun.” I took her advice. My fingers explored her breasts cupping them, squeezing them lightly, delicately pinching her nipples, and tracing circles around them. All the while she stroked my unkempt hair, cooing softly in relaxed pleasure. I got bold and. She kissed me all over my face and went and got a warm wash cloth and cleaned me up. "Thank you, Sammy," I told her."I love you," she said back.My days and nights ran together for the next week, until I got out of the traction device. They immobilized my leg and let me move around in the bed. The therapist came in the next morning and began helping me move my joints around. The pain was almost unbearable. I screamed and cried, but I was trying to cooperate as much as I could. Sammy took Dawn. The rest were contained within the panties, oozing lewdly in the front. Wow…She stood up and looked at him in the eyes, “Don’t get used to finishing before he does,” she said pointing to me. "Or before I do. That was a reward since you have been so good today with all of this. Did you have any other guidelines? This might be the only time you get to control this from here on out.” “No,” he exhaustedly uttered. “Last chance,” she looked at him and he shook his head no.She smirked and. Dark, dead, heavy, greasy mire. The crimson gash of the knife that opened me turned pale white. Barely flesh. The rip that was once my lovely agate jewel destroyed and open to the blade-scraped bone of my pelvis.She shudders. She cannot stop herself from staring. At my blackened, coral-torn legs, at my shattered feet. She cannot stop herself from staring.I smile. I turn the side of my face to her that still hints at my past loveliness. I whisper into her ear. I want her to remember me. To.