.. if you will allow me."Christine cocked her head and bit her lip. Erik laughed and she pouted."Of course, I will allow you. What must I do?"He grinn...ed wickedly and at the same time, he began to blush."That is the beauty of this technique. You do not need to do anything. I observe you and then make corrections using verbal and manual guidance."She frowned."What do you mean by manual guidance?"Helen snorted and it was Erik's turn to look uncomfortable. He shifted his feet nervously and the. "Hummmm... click." The tube feed became her friend. Conversations were difficult, but she was getting better at it. If only she could move her hands....And then suddenly, the routine "Hummm... click" stopped. It came so suddenly and unexpectedly that she actually screamed. The silence of the room assaulted her as if she had been hit over the head with a bat. Her friend had died. She was out of food. She began sobbing hysterically...Hallucinations became more frequent and wilder now. She began. I was thrusting and thrashing wildly as his hand pulled away again.I looked at his as tears rolled down my cheeks, "You promised! You said you'd make me cum!"He nodded. "But I didn't say when. Did I?"I grew furious and for the first time, I really, truly and honestly wanted the jacket off. And I tried. I tried everything to get out. And the more I struggled and the more I hated it, the wetter I got."I don't want to do this anymore," I said, sobbing and crying.Grant held me close and brushed my. " I thought of the sex I'd had with her. I glided over and stood next to the boy. He was pretty chubby, but I'd been fucking 42-year-old Al in Los Angeles, and he wasn't chubby, he was FAT! I loved to do boys who didn't get it offered up to them on a plate every time they turned around, and he looked as if he might fit the bill. I've been training as a professional coloratura soprano for most of my life, so I can do things with my throat, my mouth and best of all, with my breathing, that most.