Yet I couldn't do anything but obey."It's your cock," I finally said, in a voice so quiet that he just barely heard me.He chuckled and said, "Speak up..., you stupid cunt! I couldn't hear you."I cleared my throat and in a more normal tone of voice I said, "I have your cock in my hand." That's better," he said. "Now, where is my middle finger?"I think that more than all of the other words he wanted me to use I hated this one. It was such a negative, demeaning, derogatory word. But I answered, "Your. “I’d KILL for a shower.”“I believe it, but doctors have NO sense of humor about violating their medical orders.”“TELL me about it,” she sighed. “Sam came to see me and commiserated. I guess she was stuck in the hospital for an extended period with her broken leg.”“She was. And that’s how I got to go to Australia and Singapore, as well as get back to Japan.”“She told me. She also said you compensated her with a free trip to Australia!”“It was the least I could do! And speaking of that, is there. We had our glasses of wine and were sharing a shrimp cocktail when a strange thing happened – a shocking thing.A waiter came bustling in from some of the restaurant’s sidewalk tables, walked straight to our table, and then pointed sequentially at the three of us. It was Myron Tanner dressed like a waiter, even with a napkin over his arm. He said to the three of us, “I’m not finished with you by far. Watch your every step. One of them might go boom!” On that note he turned and hustled into the. Suddenly, the fur is gone, and I can feel the fronds of the rose flogger flowing over my skin, following the same path as the fur, and it’s so hard to concentrate with the music in my head – it sounds like a hundred voices singing, weaving an ethereal tapestry of fine, silken gold and silver through my head, mixed with the feel of the soft suede against my skin… trailing over me… oh my… abruptly, it disappears. Then suddenly, sharply, it bites down on my belly.“Uggh!” I cry out. It takes me by.