I noticed she was beach sandals with a tatoo of a whip on her ankle. She walks over to me and asks with a sexy smile "Are you Jack?" she asked. "From ...now on it is Master got it slave?" I said sternly. She bit her lip for a second and nods while taking a seat across from me. "You are more sexy than the photos you sent me" I say. She giggles a thanks as we talk about everything from family to Fantasies. After talking for a good 2 hours I invite her home. We walk out of the cafe and leads her to. We don’t want to take any chances; so we’ll get you to radiology, see if there’s any damage to the vertebrae, and also see if that ankle is broken. I’ll just examine it, tell me where things hurt.”He felt around my left foot and ankle; it seemed the most swollen and painful around the actual ankle itself. It was starting to swell, and I could see some discolouration from bruising.“I think you’ve just sprained the ankle, but the x-ray will show for sure,” he said.He then looked at the wound on. So far, none of them had offered to pee over her, the only fascination that might have offered any measure of pleasure for the hapless naked woman.The female soldier who seemed to be in charge was ahead of Laura, her feminine lines only just distinguishable inside her armoured suit. Laura’s gaze had settled on the woman’s posterior and the almost hypnotic way that her bum cheeks moved inside her container of hard black reinforced plastics and armoured steel. She had long since created an image. Not that I'm going to stop mind you, but I do sometimes wonder about what her mother would say.Mary and I had been together almost thirty years when she passed on. She was my third and I was her second and both of us were leery of marriage and so we lived together for seven years before we made it legal. All of my kids went with my ex-wives and after my last child with the second wife I had a vasectomy so Mary and I never had kids of our own. But Mary brought two kids from her first marriage.