Each day for the last week, he would come to the rehab center after breakfast and spend the day working with the new leg. The technical gurus would be... present and would jump in to adjust the programming as needed. At the beginning, he had wires running from the skin of the leg to a data pad. They explained that wireless would be easier, but it would also be susceptible to interference and hacking, where the contact pads they used to interface with the leg directly were more secure.The pads had. Keith didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care, and started going in on a tirade about how this year the Seahawks were going to the Super Ball and that the refs better screw them over like last time. Not once did Keith acknowledge his date at all. What an asshole.A waitress took our orders and a few minutes latter a Japanese chef arrived with a tray full of cooking supplies. He oiled the grill and started impressively dicing the meat and vegetables, tossing food into the air. He was. Josh and I went upstairs, and I didn’t speak until we were on the stairs. “Fuck, I’m so screwed,” I said as I stopped and leaned against the wall. “If Larry sees those sculptures and realizes that it’s me, he’s going to flip out. I lied to him! I told him you were gay!”“Oh, shit,” Josh said. “So, he has no idea that you modeled for me?”“No!” I said in a whispery cry, “I couldn’t tell him the truth. Oh, my god, Josh! He’ll divorce me! I can’t lose Larry. I can’t lose my marriage! I’d rather. Many things were running in my mind how to tear her pussy.We just took a break of 5 minutes and she asked me, are you done eating me? My eyebrows raised and gave a strange look to her. I said not yet baby. She laughed and said that it’s her turn to eat me. Now, I was on the bed and she came on me and was reducing her thirst.She was kissing me on my chest, doing naughty things like holding my balls tight. Then, she started giving a blow job. My cock was so erected that it went till 8 inches.