If I start to do something wrong, they look at me. They don’t shout or anything, but they give me this death look, that wicked scowl I mentioned. If...I keep doing the wrong thing they stop me.They have a pretty simple threat.If I don’t toe the line, I go back into that bed with a tube up my nose and a tube into my arm and a tube up my girl-parts and a diaper around my ass because I was too weak to even use a bedpan and a monitor next to my bed that told them exactly what I was thinking – I mean,. I hate her. When we’re working she’s a stone cold bitch. After therapy sometimes she sits with me and we talk. She’s such a sweet person then I wonder how she can be so mean when we’re working. Over the course of the next month I sweat. I hurt, I curse and I cry. Finally the day comes when I can walk with crutches. I move slowly and painfully across the room. Now I get better rapidly. I am called before a medical review board. ‘Sergeant we have recommended you be discharged and retired from the. ”Dawn stood up and crossed over to the other couch. She picked up a bathrobe I hadn’t noticed earlier and quickly put it on, belting the robe at the waist which unfortunately removed all view of her spectacular naked body, save for a deep ‘V’ of prominent cleavage down the middle. Staring down at me, Dawn frowned and said, “Actually, maybe you should stay here.”Arching an eyebrow, I looked up at her in surprise. “What?”Exhaling in resignation, Dawn head-nodded toward the stairs. “I know you’d. Mark was licking her from her clit to her little rosebud in a slow, steady fashion, building up her desire moment by moment. Stroking his hard cock, she rubbed it against her face, loving the smell and feel of him before she opened her mouth and let him enter. Mark groaned with pleasure as she engulfed his shaft in her warm, wet mouth. Her lips pressed against his shaft as she took him deeper and deeper. He stretched her mouth wide open he was so hard and so thick, and that made Helen even.