If I had a time machine, I never would have allowed myself to be in that place when the accident occurred.I hate my prison.I hate my life.I work my wa... through my apartment. I bang my hand on that sharp turn into the kitchen. I still curse that the counter tops are too high for me. I hate that I must use that grabber device to reach anything.Today is more of what I dread. Another physical therapy appointment. Maybe I will see D’andre. He seems to be the only one who is nice to me, truly nice. And I guess I wasn’t the only one that noticed iteither. She dropped to her knees and slid them down for what seemed like forever. When they finally fell to the ground we both gasped. Her in surprise, me in relief from the netted prison my cock was trapped in. My half hard dick popped out and said hello to the beautiful girl standing almost naked in front of me.She asked, “Can I touch it?”I had no complaints. So I agreed.She began to stroke it slowly. This was the most pleasant experience. ” I smiled at Mark and saw Jake kiss his neck. The two men shared a kiss, my juices still on Mark’s lips. “Mmm ,I have got to taste that first hand.” I laughed at Jake’s comment. He just smiled before lowering his mouth to me. I didn’t know how he would be after Mark but he surprised me by pushing two fingers inside my sex. “Oh my god!” I didn’t care if the neighbors could hear me, I couldn’t hold back my screams. Jake worked his fingers finding my g-spot every time. When he added his tongue. Holding her left leg at a 90-degree angle, my nails raked down her soft skin, leaving thin, red trails. Then contorting myself to the sound of creaking joints, I twisted her foot like Hulk Hogan and began sucking on her toes, oblivious to her howls of agony.... it's pleasure AND pain, floozie! With our hips thrusting in the rhythm of lust, I suddenly felt my boobs and incredibly beautiful face sprayed as if by a firehose. I didn't know she was a squirter nor did I know her four-inch red heels.