I finish buttoning my shirt and walked down the long hallway. Second door on the left was our bathroom, and as I spun the corner I could still feel th... heat from the shower, that she had taken a little less then an hour ago.And when I looked in, I had my breath taken away. What I saw before me was the beautiful redheaded vixen I loved, with every fiber of my being. Looking in the mirror at her reflection, I saw nothing but absolute perfection. Her dark red hair was flowing past her shoulders,. Six weeks ago, on his way home from work, Nick was in a car accident that left his left leg broken in two places and his left wrist fractured. Since that night, I’ve taken complete care of him during his recuperation and have taken the hostility in his voice with stride. But two weeks ago took the cake, and I knew I had to plan my escape from him. While sitting in his usual recliner and barking out his usual orders, I wasn’t quick enough to answer his demand and wound up sporting a fist sized. I battled through the scream that stuck in my throat, and overcame the feeling with all my might. Lucy collapsed atop me, her head falling in my lap, her mouth panting euphorically against my throbbing cock. I dragged myself out from beneath her until I was in a sitting position. Lucy compliantly raised her ass with me, her legs bending at the knees until her calves pressed to her thighs. My mouth placated the devil with expert lustfulness, and she began to indulge me despite herself. Her hands. It was my alarm clock. I looked at it confused. It shouldn’t go off on Saturday. Further inspection showed the clock said it was Monday. I couldn’t have spent the whole weekend on my back getting fucked by a machine could I? I suddenly realised that the straps had released my wrists at some point while I slept. I reached up and released my ankles. I tried to move them down to a normal position but my body screamed in agony at being held in place for so long. The machine had come loose it.