He then decided to rip off her shirt. Gagged and tied, she watched as the black figure licked her nipples and kissed her chest. She was helpless, masc...ara running, and wincing with every slip of his tongue against her nipples. Suddenly the figure sat up. Reaching with his left hand on the floor of the left side of the bed, he pulled up a knife. Chelsea was terrified now, what was he planning. Rubbing the metal on the inside of her thighs, the dark figure proceeded to cut Chelsea's panties off. The stump formed instantly. "I don't know what it would really look like but that looks pretty real." "The only difference is there isn't a scar across the end, but otherwise it feels like the leg is gone." Mary stood and put the crutches under her arms one at a time then walked around the room modeling for Tom. He didn't mean to, but he was becoming erect. "Do you get that way for just anyone?" Mary teased. "Sorry. I guess I've finding it a little erotic." "More than earlier when you had a. That's called encouragement. You make them feel better about their chances so they have a better mental attitude, which will hopefully allow them to resist the sickness that much longer." Yeah, yeah, I understand the whole concept behind lying, I just don't believe in it myself," Tom answered. "But in your case, yes, this will not only cure everything it touches, but it will make your blood smell minty fresh as well." Now that's why you don't lie. Not because it doesn't work, but just because. Suddenly I realised this k** was having an eyefull, as my coat had parted on the other side facing him, and as I was busy hooking the older guy, this k** was really looking deep into my soul. Thankfully, the next thing to him was a wall, so what he saw was him only, so with that, I sat glued to my screen, looking intently, but watching him in my perifal vision. He was moving so uncomfortablely, that I decided, well I cant stop him if I dont know he is looking, so making sure no one else was.