"Can u help me with this one " asked Liz struggling with the hook on another bra "Black suits you " said Vicky."This one is more comfortable" said Liz... , adjusting the straps ."It fits perfectly " smiled Vicky , this time reaching out and placing a hand on Liz's breast palm down , cupping it and commenting "oh its lovely smooth material , like silk to touch" "I 'm not sure what it is but it feels nice "said Liz rubbing the material and squeezing her breast gently."I could use a pair of these ". Nothing was right anymore. Everything was going haywire.At home, Paula dragged him straight to their room. She started pulling his tie off, “C’mon, sweetie. Get undressed. I’ve really missed you.” She pulled her dress over her head and quickly threw her bra and panties onto a chair. He was standing still, watching. “C’mon, let’s get in bed.” He couldn’t move. Paula came over and started to undress him. He cooperated on auto-pilot.Once he was undressed, she pulled him onto the bed and started. It is only then that I realise I am naked. Fortunately the room is pleasantly warm..."Look, can you tell me what's happened?"Again the nurse ignores me. She measures the amount I have drunk and the amount in the urine bag. She looks at some figures on a chart. Perhaps the amount which has gone into me, from the infusion?Then she asks: "How is your tummy?" Er, fine I think ... how do you mean?" Do you feel sick?" No, not at all. Should I?" Good", is all the reply I get.However, she seems. “Fuck me hard, now.” I didn’t turn to look at him. I only started moving faster, harder, more intentionally and less tentatively. I rose and pushed down with purpose and determination. I felt an orgasm rise in me but I never falter, never paused, never even considered anything but fucking him hard, bringing him to climax.I was so intent I flinched slightly when his big hands grasped my waist. He added his own effort to mine and at the same time he began flexing his hips up to meet my downward.