“I can actually breathe in this,” I said, looking around, almost in wonder. “I’m unencumbered these days. Then I felt a sensation like an electric shock go through me as she flicked her tongue across my toes. “I have a lot more…all over my body. They were quite cheerful about it, really, and kept telling me – something I was already heartily sick of – that I was so lucky to have survived. I’ll save you from your dreams.”
That night she held me until I fell asleep. “Tell me if I hurt you,” she said when she came to my right shoulder joint, the one that had been dislocated. “This feels so good.”
I was sinking into languor by the time she moved on to my bottom, rubbing and squeezing my buttocks before going on down to my thighs and calves. “That tickles!”
She just laughed, and moved on up my shins to my knees. Is that all right?”
She wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so we finally went down to the ground floor car park.