Or financial input I might add.Christmas Eve was a complete mad-house at the hospital, well in Ottilie's room at least. It appeared that everyone on h...er visitor rota had bought her presents. Now ask yourself what do you buy a comatose woman who you haven't spoken to when she had been unconscious for getting on for sixteen years? Well it seems that between them they'd worked that one out ... clothes! They were all convinced that very soon Ottilie was going to be needing a new wardrobe. Anyway I. After 4 years of school, 2 years dating, 3 years living together and being married for 5 there was nothing new to try, I guess. It was Thursday morning, time to head to work, Oh Joy. Another day of the same ol’ shit. We passed each other in the hall and kept going. Half way there I turned my car to the south and kept driving. I called in at the last minute and said I was sick. Yep, sick of the entire mess I call my life. I only stopped twice before lunch, once to get coffee, the other to get. OMG when the thick cuke hit my throat I stated to gag but did not pull off it. I kept pushing deeper then pulling off it and again taking it just like sucking a cock. over and over taking a bit more as i bobbed up and down on it My saliva covering it sucking lips tight around it pushing it deeper down my throat. My eyes closed I PUSHED AS HARD AS I COULD not stopping gagging all the time gasping for breath as it penetrated my throat. I pulled off it gasping for breath huffing and puffing thick. On the way, she catches me glancing at her open-toe stilettos. “Hey. Don't get distracted.”She knows I like feet, but it's yet another thing we've never really talked about. It's something I've been ashamed of since my teen years, and nowadays it feels like a corked bottle that'll never be opened.“Yes, ma'am.” I mock-salute her.She shakes her head, and she's gone. My entrance music rattles the small building as I make my way to the ring. A few fans slap my shoulders in support. Rhea is waiting.