I began to answer the question but once again couldonly manage a grunt‘. I heard a low chuckle come from very near me, “Ah, I see thetreatment is ...working weli. I. just wanted to be sure.”I thought to myself treatment?What treatment? I was trying to remember ifI had gone into surgery or something,but what Doctor would be smoking in post-op? “I’m sure your little mind is racing:right about now, Mr. Chanders. Don’t worn/, that’s typical for someone who has beensedated for over a week. You won’t. Its funny though, it was totally different to writing the first one. At lot easier actually. She raised a questioning eyebrow. If she really likes her story, what happens from here? I mean, what are you going to do if she wants to&hellip,step things up a notch? Im not sure I follow you babe. He responded. Well, what happens if she wants you to write another one? Maybe her character arranges another night with the bikers. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. I hadnt considered that, but I dont see. "Melissa came back into the room, "Send me away where? Don't I have any say in the matter?" Damn them all!" Zelda exclaimed. Why can't they just leave us alone?" Jack had no answer to give her. He looked down at the floor and shook his head."I need to run an errand," he told the speechless two women. He got dressed and slowly shuffled over to his wheel chair. He sat in it and rode out of the house. As he went out the door he called over his shoulder, "Have the glass company send someone over to. I push my hands against the backs of your thighs just below your cheeks to force your legs into the air and your pelvis to tip up to my waiting tongue. No longer being able to wait I plunge my tongue directly into your yani, forcing your slippery lips apart and reaching in to taste of your depths. Only a moment and then I am out sliding my tongue into the area where your pubic hair meets your leg lapping around each side of your open yani. I feel your hands on my head as I shift you up higher.