”Jenny continued to softly fondle her labia. “Oh but there’s so much further I want to take this.”“I’m listening...”“I want to be ther... each time you play with yourself. I want to watch you cum to the sight of naked men having sex.” Jenny explained. “I want to call you a dirty faggot as you cum.”“Damn, baby.” Brad responded, starting to become aroused again. “That’s fucking hot.”“But if we’re going down this road, you have to really commit.” She added.“What do you mean?”“For starters, no more. I feel like I can do it," Debbie said with wonder in hervoice.Cindi stood in front of her and extended her hand, Debbie took it, androse, slowly, slowly, till she was up right. "Oh my, this iswonderful."Debbie whispered. "I want to try walking."Cindi dropped her hand and stared, as Debbie took one, then two thenmany steps around the table. As she walked, she gained confidence, andpushed her shoulder back and walked upright, her full bust extended andproud. Without them noticing, the wheelchair. Scott left the engine running and popped the truck's hood. He pulled the transmission dipstick and cleaned it with a rag. The truck needed a major tune-up and significant work. He checked local information on his phone and dialed a number. He stuck the dipstick back in the tube."Newberg Auto Repair, this is Al, how can I help you?" Al, my name is Scott MacIntyre. I heard Walton Anders at NTSU say you were the man to see for auto repair." Walton's a good man for helping veterans," Al said. "You. ”“Are you still sober?” Denise asked.“Three years, five months, and ten days. Leticia keeps track for me. She tells me every night before we go to sleep that she’s proud of me for making it another day.” Jack said quietly. “I would have lost her if it hadn’t been for you, Denise.”“You keep yourself, your wife, and kids happy and that will be all the payment I need.” Denise said with a smile. “I hate to do it, but we need to get what you brought us and get going. What do you have or us?”“I.