There were little statues of terriers on it. She smiled at the little porcelain dogs. Riko then came running into the room but John called out for the...dog and he ran into the tiny kitchen and he fed him and gave him a bowl of water.Then he walked into the bedroom where Yolanda sat up on the bed. He had poured her a small sherry."How is your leg sweetheart?" It's a little sore John... but it'll be okay."He sat next to her on the bed and touched her bare leg. His hands trembled. He bent down and. This place FELT and SMELT and SOUNDED like a hospital. Lack of most-recent memory plus her new surroundings -- to her, those observations combined to suggest a car accident. Interesting, but just a theory. She got one eye slightly open, then the other. She was on her back, looking straight up at a white ceiling with one recessed four-tube fluorescent squarely in her field of view. No wonder it hurt to use her eyes! "Dumbshit design, or dumber-shit bed placement!" she thought. She got the eyes. I couldn't take that chance and kept all those thoughts locked up in my mind. My masturbation bacame daily, several times a day actually. In the morning before my sister woke up I masturbated under the bed sheets. I felt relaxed for a good portion of the day at least. One afternoon after practise and all the girls had been picked up by their parents I went into Rachel's office. The door was partially open so I went on inside. In the office just out of sight to anyone there is a private shower. I forcedmyself to move more slowly, to draw out the pleasure for both of us.I sank to my knees, murmuring sexily, "You've had this delicious presentfor me in your pants the whole night and didn't say anything? Tsk - whata naughty boy!" To punctuate, in one motion I grasped his dick gently atthe head, slid my hand down to rest where his penis rose out of his pubichair, fingers splayed, nails gently digging into the skin of his crotch,and seductively licked the tip. I tasted a drop of salty.