Douglas POV
The bed was empty when I woke up. Although not completely cold, she hadn't been gone long, I could hear the voices of her and Mr A floating down the hall.
The boys must have gotten them up.
I hopped on my good leg and made my way to the wheelchair and bathroom, completing my morning routine, and then headed back to the room. I dressed in track pants and a top. I was in an exceptionally good mood. Last night's action was still fresh in my mind; the vixen, taking what she wanted from me, was liberating in a strange way. I loved that Jessica was not afraid to use me to fulfill her needs.
The idea of cooking something for breakfast to replace all that energy we used popped into my head, my stomach growling its agreement. So I moved to the kitchen, placed the wheelchair to one
