Pam had removed her black leather jacket and but was still in her matching trousers and heavy biking boots; on top she had a typical black T-shirt wit... a skull type logo on it. i was stark naked. i collected all the required bits and pieces and talked Pam through what i was about to do. Then she interrupted and said that she'd do it... Next thing i know, i'm bending over at the waist, grasping my ankles while Pam inserted the sauce soaked tampon up my bum. As always, nothing happening at first. None of them had markedly better effect than any of the others. And, of course, in every case as soon as the instrument of silence was removed, Helena's stream of invective immediately returned. Looking back, of course, my actions were as futile as pushing a cork in a pipe and expecting the water to go away. However, in my frustration at failing to make significant progress with Helena's adjustment, I must confess that I became rather blinkered.The next events should have come as no surprise to. I started rubbing my hips and working my way up to my breasts. Then I patted the bed next to me; he didn’t need a second invitation. As he stood up, I saw the bulge in his pants. I rolled over to the edge of the bed and reached out as he walked over. I unzipped his jeans and pulled his hardening cock out, licking the tip with my tongue, then took it in my mouth.“Oh god, Megan.”After getting him nice and hard, I got up on my knees and pulled my shirt off over my head. Then I slid my shorts and. The doctors claimed that I would fully recover my speech control within a few months. All I needed to do was practice. It was very frustrating to want a drink of water and not to be able to reach it because of my still poor control of my limbs. That was when I first discovered my new ability.On the second day that Nancy came by, she found me struggling to say something, but I just could not get it out. Finally, in a state of absolute frustration, I thought, God dammit, Nancy, hand me a glass of.