I didn't want to let her go, didn't want to stop making love to her. If she hadn't finally pushed me out of the bed, I wouldn't have.We went home. And...that's when we hit our first rocky patch.Although she stayed over often enough, I hadn't let her move in. In the first place, it's not my house - it's Granddad's - and in the second, I didn't want to go through another 'Ryan' like scene if we broke up. But she did stay over a lot. And we were snuggled on the couch about two weeks after the. An orderly arrived with a wheel chair and helped me aboard. It wasn't too comfortable with one leg in plaster to my upper thigh and the other one tightly bandaged from toe to knee. One arm was in full plaster to almost my shoulder and I had strapping round my chest. Ready to go home my arse!I thought I knew what pain was until the orderly swung me round to head out and accidentally jammed my leg on the corner of the bed. My piercing scream of agony and the fact that I was nearly thrown from the. "Get me off this fucking thing." Trilly squealedBut Ric could do nothing. He just looked at the naked stunner noting a strange circular hoop of metal over her shaven pussy held tightly in place by leather strapsHe looked at his free hand then at Trill in confusion. Although he could reach her waist his hand was bandaged tightly by tape and rubber into a black pointed stump. He couldn't move a finger his digits now covered by this bizarre bandage. Down his fore arm he had a similar hooped steel. ..what about him? Does he go home hungry?"Women seem to be smarter than men and they think faster too. Claire just reached over to the nightstand and, after opening the drawer, she pulled out a small bottle of lube. She didn't speak but tossed it to me. Then she addressed me: I think I know what you will be doing when you look at these pictures later on. So, now you can just amuse yourself any way you like and we won't get in any trouble or disappoint anyone.Of course we were going to.