Suddenly, I feel her peck a kiss onto my starved lips and I produce a grunt that is almost primal. God, I am putty in her hands. "Kiss me back now,"... she commands. She sinks her lips onto mine, and we finally kiss. I forgo any technique, hungry for her, and she matches my enthusiasm with a fervent passion. She weaves her hands through the back my hair and lifts my head towards her as our tongues meet. The reminder of my limitations as I jerk to touch her back has become a sweet and welcome. OoOooRachel really didn’t know what to do, but one day when she was on her way back to the bus stop with two carrier bags of groceries from the cheap supermarket she saw a glossy poster in the window of the new wellness clinic which had recently opened on the high street. It was an advertisement for trained masseuses who could work for a few hours each week. She thought she might as well apply since that was at least something she could do.Massage was one of the skills that she had most enjoyed. Their bodies could be used by Brad Pitt, or this fat ugly beast here, they are there for the enjoyment of all, no discrimination. I kind of thought that is a good thing, as someone like Mr. Beast here would never experience a sexual encounter with someone pretty or beautiful unless he paid them. I guess that’s why I felt good that I let him enjoy me, even if I was sacrificing my pleasure to give him his pleasure. I guess that also means I must be pretty and beautiful enough to be sacrificed for. You have been in a coma for 1 year. Exactly one year to be precise, you must stay in the hospital for a week or two until we know your able to walk and other things. Please rest for now.” I was just shocked… “……one year?” I whispered; I missed everything for a year. “Yes Mr. Gethings I know it must be hard for you. But please don’t freak out. I just looked at him; I slowly laid back down and rolled to my side facing away from him, so he wouldn’t be able to see the tears forming at my eyes. The.