As a result, our sex life came to an abrupt halt and it didn't take long before the lack of sexual satisfaction began to tell on Debbie. She got cross... and irritable and pretty soon we were arguing about everything. One day about two months after the accident we had a real nasty argument and I shouted at her:"Jesus fucking Christ! I didn't ask for this to happen. I'm suffering every bit as much as you are. Go buy yourself a big fucking dildo or a summer sausage or something and get yourself off.. I reached into my trunks and began to slowly stroke it. After a few minutes she began throwing her hips up and down and the bed and erupted in orgasm. It was so hot I ended up hitting the door. She jumped up and I ran to my room and shut the door.I quickly grabbed a book and laid on my bed. A moment later I heard a knock on the door."Hello? Are you in there?" she whispered."Yes." I stuttered back.The door slowly opened and she walked in, her body graced by a shear robe. "You must be Patrick.. After about an 2 hours of drinking, dancing, flirting and just messing around. we where at our own table and liz’s friend comes back with drinks. a shot of tequila and a small glass of oj then just hads each of us a little white pill and says put it in your mouth take the shot and drink the oj. Liz does this before you can blink then looks at me and says your turn. well what can I say I knew it was x god i hope I’m not going home alone. about 20 minutes later something wierd hapened they all. " They might thrash you again?" They might, but I doubt it. Before I have always signed a disclaimer form and knew I was getting paid for what they did to me. Nothing has been said this time. They have probably booked someone else seeing I haven't made myself available for a while." Bob still wasn't satisfied but left the subject alone for the time being. Over the intervening weeks he did raise the subject but always Charley's answer was the same. She would do it this time and if he still.