Eventually it was over. I lay across her lap still crying and couldn’t move. Emma rubbed her hand around my bottom and at least it was soothing. She...instructed me to get up and by then I could. When I was standing she ordered “no rubbing Nina, and back facing the wall. Hands on your head. I am going to keep that rule.” I stood facing the wall as instructed, still sobbing, my face tear stained. A few moments later Emma was on the phone and I heard her say cool as anything “yes Margaret I. I answered the questions as blandly as I could. How could I answer “When do you think you will walk again?” when I hadn’t been given any hope yet? All I could say was to thank those who were supporting me, and even praying for me. The prayers helped. Even though I was not religious, the idea that Christians, Muslims, Hindus and other groups were praying for my recovery was comforting. I felt as if all those people were giving me a cuddle. Whenever I was beginning to feel depressed or upset the. His mom had passed away when he was much younger of a d**g overdose. Ever since then, he had lived with his grandmother. He spent a good amount of time at the Smith house. He had flawless chocolate skin, a slim waist, and taut bubble booty. He stood at five-foot-eight-inches tall.The evening came to a close and everyone wished each other well. Kim drove Skye, Connor, and Emery. Thunder followed behind them.At home, Thunder walked inside and fixed himself a glass of Hennessy. He called Emery. When he cums, that’s what you taste. And you know, my dear. Now and forever. That is what you will smell. That is what you will taste. Forever. Always. That’s the way it will be.” She paused to let that sink in. “And the way he treated you in those early days ... you long for that again. Him taking charge. Him leading you through the acts of pleasure. New things. Exciting things. You long to give in to him again. It makes him seem ... so masculine. And you, in turn, feel so feminine. So.