Using my cane, I pull on the wheelchair’s arm to bring my jailer closer to me.I hate everything about it. The shiny mocking chrome of its frame. The...blue of the seat and arm rests. The blackness of the rubber tires. The squeak of my body being plunked down into my cage, my jail.I think to myself how people either treat me as someone to be ignored or someone who can just ‘figure it out for myself’. However, the ones that give me the horrified look when I do open my mouth and must ask for help. ? God, I've never even seen her naked. Much less fucked her. Have you seen Tim naked?" Oh, all the important parts, I guess. Let's not talk about Tim and Wendy. Are you interested in seeing me?"Oh, I was, I was. But, we were family. She was my stepsister."Oh, Lisa, you are so beautiful. But, maybe we should stop. I mean we're stepbrother and -sister. I just don't know."As I was saying this, I was also getting up out of bed standing before her and reaching out to her breasts, feeling their. I dunno? After the third/fifteenth fuck?" I smiled at her and knodded. This was starting out to be a very, very, nice day! We did just what she said we should. Had a refreshing drink of vodka with O.J. A really fat, Jamaican-style, joint. And, fucking sessions so intense I'd need to write another story just to tell you about it! We still got together for a while after that. She'd come into the club, or, call me before I went in. One, or, both of us, would have the best smoke around for us.. The majority of his work centred on his love of dominant females and the fantasies he often had about them. Meeting such women was a dream to him, and he was not sure about how his exposure would make him react. It was this that had kept him from attending till now.On this occasion he had received persistent and friendly contact from several people on the site, and the meet was at a remote country pub; he was unlikely to meet anyone he knew from his mundane day to day life, and he thought.