"And she's pretty doped up on pain medication, but you can go see her now if you wish. She may not be capable of talking to you, but you can see her."...We did. And Dr. Kwack was right. Tracy was flying high. She was lying in a hospital bed, her body covered by a gown. Her entire pelvis and right leg were encased in a fiberglass cast. Her ribs were taped on the right side and the plastic hose of a chest tube snaked out from beneath it. Her face was deeply bruised, the right cheek an ugly purple. My cock immediately goes hard. “No accidently seeing me masturbate” your laugh. After a while of playing with your fingers you reach in the drawer and pull out a big vibrator. You switch it on and slowly circle your clitoris. When you can take no more you begin to thrust the vibrator in and out. Moaning loudly you begin to tweak your nipples. I get my hard cock out and begin to masturbate. ‘Not yet. I want you to save all your spunk for me. Just watch me and enjoy it’ You tell me. You carry. They came over looking a bit disheartened and puzzled. I found later that the girls were supposed to have let them know the results of our talk first thing this morning. In fact, they had really expected us to come knocking on their door last evening with the good news and when that didn't happen they thought they had been rejected. They came to the table carrying a large container of freshly squeezed orange juice and plates, cups and silverware. After depositing this on the table they looked. I was so caught up in him, in the infinite possibilities I saw in his eyes that I got an enormous fright as he pressed the button, his finger over mine on the switch. The mixer in his pants vibrated as eagerly as my own body was. I sensed from the tensing of his hand on mine, the flutter of his eyes that the pleasure for him was powerful, and it was a struggle to remember to play to the audience. Eventually, reluctantly, he flicked off the button, shutting off the vibrations and grinned at the.