“So modest, too. To pass off her royal throne of silver as little more than a wheelchair,” retorted Harry like a Shakespearean actor. Unable to he...p herself, Silva laughed at his comment.“Are you okay?” asked Carla concerned about the sanity of the odd man standing in front of her. This was the first time that anyone had ever addressed her wheelchair in such an offhand fashion. Others tried to pretend that it didn’t exist, usually without success. Never had anyone made jokes about it.“I am. As we drive off, She asks about me and my life. When I tell Her about that fucking bastard, She told me to pull up my skirt. She examines my bruises and when She moved, I went to sit down. With a slap on my ass, She sharply told me to stand still. Pulling a tube of salve from the bar unit She applied it to my ass. She then told me I wouldn't go back to that slimeball, that I would stay with Her and be Her girl. That . Hotels always had their own information channel.Before the actual screen came to life, the speakers came alive. “Welcome to the Agen News Network.” My mouth hung open when the screen finally came to life. and looking at the screen, I was staring at myself.What the fuck was this! It has to be some big dream/nightmare. I was broken out of my daze by the phone ringing on a table by the couch. Picking up the handset, my mouth engaged before my brain did.“Who’s this and what the fuck is going. “What I want to know is, why are you masturbating when you have a wife and can get relief just about whenever you want?” “Well…. I’ll tell you why…” I said. I picked up the porno magazine I was looking at and held it up, showing my wife pics of women sucking cock and eating cum. Now it was my time to stun her. She stood there, silent for about 30 seconds. “You know I don’t like to do that.” She said. “Exactly! That’s why I’m masturbating.” That seemed to shut her up for a minute. I.