None of us could really explain. Erin had understood my apology, but in the end she wouldn't allow me to let her go. It had hurt her more to be let go... than the feeling of betrayal. Another affect of the program I was sure. However I made an offer to them that they all declined on the spot: if any of them, at any time, felt the need to leave the group they could. I would let them go and find a way to sever the connection so they could lead a happy life with or without me. Ultimately, they. Right leg hurts like fire, but it's definitely right where I left it.Fingers and toes?Check and check-check.My chest hurt like someone used it to light off fireworks. The burn was going to be a problem if it kept up very long.Head – Ok, let's take that one slowly...HOLY CRAP!!!!!I've got a head, but it isn't nice.'So, ' I thought. 'How dead am I?'The answer to that question stumped me to the point that I put off opening my eyes and discovering who I was, this time.Besides...The quiet wasn't so. I thought you heard me.” She lowered her eyes and then looked up at me and smiled. “It’s okay. And I’m glad you enjoyed it.” “Enjoyed it?” She glanced down and put a finger on my nearly rigid cock and said, “Yeah, it is kind of hard to deny it, don’t you think? How long were you watching?” She laughed a quiet seductive laugh at the question. I gave a guilty smirk and said, “Just long enough and not nearly long enough.” “Well if it was not long enough… I could use some company.” “Amanda,. Hours later I woke up, my abs, legs and back were sore. I briefly thought I imagined the whole thing until I noticed the scratches on my arms and shoulders. Hillary was not in my bed anymore, she had snuck out in the middle of the night, but my room stank of the musty smell of sex. And despite all the sex, my morning wood was stiff, almost painful. I put on some shorts and went to the bathroom, fighting back a feeling of nervousness, I was wary because I was hoping Hillary was still okay with.