Fortunately the bed had enough controls, so that I could lower it to get off of it. I was also able to raise it when it was time to get back into it. ...Eve helped me in and out of the bed as well. It was extremely painful to move even slightly, you can imagine just how maddening the pain was when I tried to raise and lower myself.Even with all the pain, Saturday passed with only a few thoughts of suicide. I was even able to slept more or less all night. When I awoke Sunday morning there was no. "Open up! Open up, goddammit!" Axel bellowed in a last warning. When there was no answer as he had known there wouldn't be, he drew back a pace and poised himself for a lunge at the door. There was going to be one hell of a carpenter's bill for the night's work but, shit, the added dramatic effect was worth it, he told himself. He hurled his body forward and there was a loud splintering crash as his boulder-like shoulder struck the solid door panel, tearing the lock from the stanchion. The door. "Deal."I had run into the typical issue of waiting for one of my girls to get dressed when we had somewhere to go. Fiona, however surprised me by being ready before I was. She wore a dark red dress that was tight enough across her chest there was no need for the spaghetti straps to hold it up. Around her midriff, the dress was bunched as if she had hiked it up from her hips. The length of the dress was dangerously short. It seemed to stop just below her crotch but around her hips and ass it was. I smirked and continued “why don’t you find your own black cock”?“Oh I don’t think I’ve got the nerve to approach anybody on my own, that’s why I rely so much on Katie”.My wife Amanda ran her own lingerie outlet, she frequently went to wholesalers to buy stock. “Do you remember a couple of years ago, you went to that wholesalers in Manchester that was run by those black guys”? I said. “ Yes, I didn’t like it there they made me feel uncomfortable, all staring at me, undressing me with their.