It seemed too quiet in the car. Chris is usually a man of little words but in this situation it seemed to be too little. so where did you live before?...why do you ask? just curios i used to live with sky. after a wile i moved in with him. maybe it was too soon maybe with that the conversation ended. he got out to walk me to my mothers door. on the stairs in became strange again. good- before i could finish he hugged me. i think he was crying. when he stopped i was surprised hed even care. he. She couldn’t romanticize her time in the dungeon – Raleigh and his men had tried, and nearly succeeded, in breaking her completely – but it had been a necessary awakening to bring her to where she was meant to be. And she had no doubt that the Maker had ensured she was here, with the people she was meant to help, and the man she was meant to love.And she did love him; she couldn’t deny it. She’d never loved anyone the way she loved him.Any further thoughts on the subject were interrupted when. She just knows, somehow.’ ‘Yes, I consent. Show her in, please.’ Nurse Wilkins left the room, then returned with a young lady in a wheelchair with an IV pole built in, and pushed her to the bed. Over the front of her gown, I could see the bandages over her chest incision. Nurse Wilkins decided we needed introductions. ‘Shawna Dufresne, this is Henry Sherman, Melissa’s husband. I’ll let you two be for a while, I have other patients to look after. Use the call button if you feel you need to go. She continued, “Well, I admit, I’m pretty turned on myself.”Ah, here comes the payoff to this game. I was almost sure she was going to enact one of those fantasies she had discussed, but which one? I hoped she would start off by switching her hand from my sore ass to my stiff cock.Instead she said, “I want you to lick me down there; lick me between my legs. If you wish, you can masturbate yourself while you do that. Get up, kneel on the floor in front of me.”It occurred to me that, even if this.