He got both from the receptionist. I knew handwriting was a very good way of clueing people into who you were. So I wrote with my left hand.'I am here...to be interviewed by A Carter.'"I am sorry but Miss Carter no longer works for this publication, I can find you someone else." That is why I was pissed off.'Can you get Miss Carter for me, please?'"She is currently packing her things, but I can get you someone better to talk too. We are willing to pay you a substantial amount of money for the. He stopped for a moment and I thought he would put it back down but he was only stopping to grab my bra on the way up. As my top and bra cleared my head I fell back onto the bed. I wanted to move my hand to cover my breast but my arms were too heavy to move. I wanted to yell at him but all I could do was cry. No sound came from me but I felt a tears well up in my eyes. He reached up and started playing with my breast telling me how cute and small they were. Then he started sucking on. .no one." "How does reality match the fantasy?" She rubbed the end of her stump. "I could ask you the same question about having one leg." John laughed. "The reality was even better with you." "Having one leg, having you next to me, both are fantastic." "Why one leg? Have you ever thought about both legs or an arm?" "Yeah. I've considered all the combinations." She laughed. "For a while, I thought your sister would have both legs amputated. Maybe that was just a passing fantasy for her. How. You know I said threesomes? Well, yes, we've done them, and no that's not what I'm suggesting, but it's sort of related. Mark's cool with me doing anything with anybody and a strap-on. But the deal is that if he's not there he has a video of it. He thinks its the sexiest thing he has ever seen." You want a video of me fucking your bum so you can show it to your husband?" No vid, no fuck. Solid rule." Jeez, you two are complete perverts. OK, but I don't want the dressing as a man bit. That would.