His finger moved down until he could feel his own shaft as it thrust slowly in and out of her wet opening, feeling her juices on his cock. Running his... finger over his shaft and her opening, he coated it with her wetness before sliding it up and over her stiff, sensitive clitoris. She gasped at the new sensation. He thrust deeper into her as he toyed with her hard nipples, biting down gently on the almond skin of her shoulders. His wet, slippery finger was making small circular movements over. His back was broken in the accident and until we can let him out of the coma we will not know how high the paralysis goes on his body. We do know that when he came in he was complaining that he couldn’t feel anything below his chest.’ Angel dropped her head in her hands, ‘Does he know that he will never walk again?’ she mumbled from her hands. ‘No. We have not told him. There are a few choices that need to be made while he is in the coma, and I am sorry to say that those choices fall to you.’. Within a minute we are hopping into my beat up old Jeep, and not five minutes later roll into the parking lot of a greasy diner just off campus. Somehow, even after a long night and a slow start to the morning, we were able to get to the restaurant with fifteen minutes to spare before they moved on to the lunch menu. And so Drew and I order plates of bacon and eggs and hash browns, with coffee, coffee and more coffee to go along with the food. We sit across the table from each other, at first. Those flimsy little scarves could never have held you here, in a world where you can bend steel with your bare hands. But your submissive nature wanted it to happen, craved it. Angela, it's very important that you understand who you are. You have to come to terms with this or it will drive you insane. That's what's been happening. It's why you've been so depressed. You wanted to be with me - you have since I rescued you, you said so yourself. Now tell me if I'm wrong here. Every time we started.