It was an eighteen inch black dildo. “Honey?”Jeanne turned bright red, but started to giggle. Thank God she has the same sense of humor I do. I... put it back, and went to hug her. She raised her head to kiss me, and ground herself against my cock.“Let's be realistic,” she said. “Nothing can compare to you.”We acted like a couple of silly kids, laughing at the ridiculous items that were for sale. There were all sorts of vibrators, dildos, anal toys, masturbators, and dildo harnesses. There. Slowly I kiss my way back up. You are oozing precum. I dab it with my finger pulling fine, clear, sticky strings off the surface of your mucosa. I smear it all over your helmet. Softly I rake my nail across your coronal ridge. You let out a moan. I bend forward, bring my lips to your cockhead and take you in my mouth. Just the head to begin with; purple, rubbery and shiny with discharge. I clamp my lips around your shaft just behind your corona, gently grazing it with my teeth. I run my tongue. What had changed though was my motivation. My self-assurance regarding my place in the world. I finally had something worth fighting for. Something more than a nine to five job in a cubicle that I couldn’t give a damn about. There’s nothing like having death experiences one after another to make you realise that you are but a meaningless insect in the grand order of things.Days seemed to be passing by quicker and a whole week had passed without any interaction with an Untethered. I was a little. Roger will be gone from here before you get to the hospital. Trust me."Jane helped Jacqui and I get Martha into the car. I managed to get a jacket on her so that she wouldn't be flashing her tits at everybody in the ER. I held her in my arms all the way to the hospital. It was only the start of a very long night.The police did show up at the Hospital. We told them as little as possible about the attack. We had heard Martha scream and arrived to find her struggling with Roger. Jane had knocked.