“Spread your legs, slut.” You complied immediately, still not understanding exactly why just the act of compliance itself was enough to make your ...pussy moisten in anticipation. I extended my tongue and spread it wide as I swabbed your swollen flesh in all directions as I tested your skill with the razor, making sure I’d avoided your throbbing clit in the process. “Turn around,” it was hard to keep the passion I felt out of my voice, “bend over, spread your legs and grab your ankles.” . Thank you. I’ll be forever in your debt.’ ‘I’m not mean, I just don’t like pencil peckered dickheads who beat up on women, especially pretty, tiny girls like you.’ Two months later, Katie was healed. Her ankles were still sore but at least she could walk on them. Jethro had made no move to kick her out and she had no intention of leaving. Jethro was out hunting one day while Katie and Harry sat on the porch watching the world go by. Katie looked at Harry and said, ‘I’m in love with Jethro.’. Did you know that you get thousands of hits if you use Google to search for dares, even sexy dares?A couple of sites really caught my eye; the first was called Naked Dares. It only had three dozen dares on there but they all seemed plausible, which put it ahead of a lot of the sites I visited. Add in the pictures of those who'd had a go at doing the dares and my imagination was stimulated, along with other parts.The second site was a bit harder to navigate and suffered from the usual excessive. But the other predictions the doctor made were also true. I couldn't move anything, not a muscle. I couldn't talk, I couldn't cry, I couldn't even scratch my nose, and it really needed scratching more than once. I couldn't do anything. I understood this, but understanding it is a lot different than feeling it.After a week, they sent me home and boy was it good to be back home again. My own bed felt so much better that the hospital bed with those plastic sheets that made you hot and sweaty. The.