Adele's Friends .com chapter 5

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 5

With the full leg cast now covering my left leg, Steve's hands gently lifted me up onto my right high heel shoe. His touch, both supportive and sensual, conveyed a shared intimacy.

"What's next?" I said smiling.

As I stood on one high heel shoe, Steve sensually slid the black dress back over me, the fabric cascading down my body and along the top portion of my long leg and cast. Each movement was deliberate with this new accessory on my left leg.

He then handed me the crutches and I took my first steps, balancing delicately on one leg, while Steve observed with a mix of admiration and desire. I walked towards the long mirror, the full-length reflection capturing the essence of this unique moment. My cast was unable to touch the floor even if it wanted to.

Steve came behind me and kissed the back of my neck, shivers ran down my spine. I loved how my new cast made me look fragile in contrast to the sophistication of the dress and the lust in my eyes.

For years, Steve had harboured a dream to offer assistance to his wife precisely in the position I found myself in but she wasn't into it and that was OK. As my crutches supported each careful step, we moved towards the waiting limousine. The luxurious car, its engine emitting a soft purr, awaited us. Steve extended his hand.

"Allow me the pleasure of assisting you, Adele," he murmured.

He extended his hand to delicately relieve me of the crutches. As I trusted him I leaned against him, he skilfully guided me into the plush back seat of the luxurious car. With meticulous attention, he made sure that my cast found a comfortable place, sliding effortlessly into the spacious interior. The once-weighty burden became weightless under his attentive guidance.

As the limousine glided through the city, Steve and I engaged in conversation while he lifted my long cast and placed it on his lap slowly caressing my exposed toes.

Upon arrival at the restaurant, the chauffeur opened the door, revealing the private entrance of this fancy place. Steve extended his hand again, providing support as I gracefully stepped out of the limo and on my crutches. The full leg cast added a touch of vulnerability to the scene, creating a visual contrast to the opulence surrounding us.

Entering the restaurant, the maître d', greeted us with a subtle nod, acknowledging the importance of our evening. Steve, ever the charming companion, flashed a charismatic smile and said,

"It's amazing, tonight feels like we've stepped into a scene of a captivating Alfred Hitchcock thriller."

As we made our way to our appointed table, my crutches orchestrated a silent dance, each click resonating in the restaurant. My long plaster cast slid seamlessly between my crutches, it was clearly becoming an elegant extension of my movements.

Once at our designated space, Steve took the lead and he gently relieved me of my crutches again, allowing them to rest against the side of the table. Pulling the chair out, he invited me to lean against him and sit.

But In a sequence of graceful movements, I hopped twice on my right foot, a dangerous move while on one high heel stiletto shoe, one false move and I could break my right ankle or at the very least a bad sprain. As I settled into the chair, Steve's eyes met mine, a silent acknowledgement of the shared intricacies of the moment.

The restaurant's ambience, the flickering candlelight played upon the contours of the plaster cast, a subtle glow that we both loved. We engaged in laughter and captivating conversation. As the courses arrived, Steve's fingers delicately touched my leg cast that was on a chair beside him.

"I've always believed watching a woman on crutches with any kind of leg cast, that her broken limb and cast told a story," he remarked, his eyes meeting mine.

In a bold move in a restaurant, Steve gently lifted my cast, placing it on his lap.

"What is the story of your broken leg? "

Our conversation continued, punctuated by the occasional touch and rub of my toes. We were both truly enjoying the evening.

Later on as we made our way back to the elevator, the shared intimacy from the restaurant and the hum of the elevator's arrival heightened the anticipation of what awaited us inside the elevator. Stepping into the confined space, our eyes met, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken connection that had blossomed throughout the evening. With a subtle smile, Steve reached for me, and our lips met in a lingering kiss.

On my crutches, I leaned against the sleek interior of the elevator, the sensation of the kiss sending a shiver down my spine. The confined space heightened the intimacy, each moment becoming a crescendo of sexual desire.

As the elevator carried us upward, I pressed the emergency button, and our lips parted, leaving a lingering electric charge in the air. Drawing on my past as a gymnast, I seized the opportunity to amaze him even more, using both hands, I gracefully lifted my long plaster cast. With graceful ease, I placed it onto Steve's shoulder, a moment of sexual spontaneity that left me totally exposed on one leg. It was a touch of intimacy that added to the suspended atmosphere of the elevator.

"Jeasus Adele..."

With my back against the wall, my broken leg on his shoulder, he slightly moved forward. I unzip his pants and stroke his penis to his satisfaction. I pulled him straight up into my dripping vagina. It felt amazing and the motion lifted me to the tiptoes of my right high heel shoe with each and every thrust into me.

In this stretched position, every time Steve pushed his penis inside me, he caused my clitoris to rub up against it, sending waves of incredible sexual pleasure, over and over again. I could already feel my orgasm building inside me. My back and tight ass banged against the elevator wall, and I could not take my eyes off him.

It reminded me of a similar situation years ago when I was making love to Dominique, my girlfriend at the time in an elevator. While I was twisting and bending her arms behind her...I lost control, earring her moan with pure sexual pleasure...I went too far and broke her poor little wrist in 2 places.

But with each thrust of Steve's penis inside me, Dominique's broken wrist and sexy cast began to fade and the desire growing between my cast and leg was taking over. He was a very good lover, I was clenching my teeth trying to fight off the growing orgasm, but it was impossible.

My body was loving it and so was Steve's. I lost control. I cried, moaned loudly and my whole body became one with his penis inside me as my orgasm dominated the moment. As he pushed even harder into me I could feel his semen deep inside me.

When he finally pulled out of me I was relieved to take the pressure off my right leg, repositioning my crutches under my arms and depressing the emergency button. As the elevator moved to the penthouse, I leaned against the cool metal, my crutches supporting me. The dim lighting cast a soft glow on my long plaster cast.

As the elevator doors slid open, I stepped into the room, crutches clicking in rhythm with my steps. Steve followed, his eyes never leaving me, a silent acknowledgement that our contract was over...for now

"Adele, tonight has been nothing short of amazing. From the moment I first saw you, every detail felt like a chapter from a sensual storybook."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Steve. It's been a unique experience, and I'm grateful that I shared it with you."

He stepped closer,his hands cupped my face, drawing me closer. Our lips met in a lingering kiss, a culmination of the unspoken sexual moments that we experienced throughout the evening.

As we parted, Steve whispered, "Tonight was just the beginning, Adele. I look forward to exploring the next chapters with you."

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Clip 459 Leaning on her husband, leg cast, SLC, crutch

Clip 458 Broken foot in a cast , SLC

Clip 457 Broken, wrapped at first then SLC and crutches full non weight ...

Adele's Friends.com chapter 4

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 4

"Adele, you are truly stunning. That dress is beyond words," he complimented, his gaze lingering on the black dress and my long legs.

I acknowledged with a gracious smile, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on the table between us.

"Thank you, Steve."

"Well, this whole setup, from the luxurious penthouse to this beautiful lounge, it's all very impressive. Your team is very talented "he remarked.

"Your appreciation means a lot, since you are our first client. We strive to provide not just a service but a sensual experience, one that transcends all your dreams and fantasies hopefully"

As the evening unfolded, a beautiful sexual tension lingered in the air between Steve and me. The subtle glances and unspoken desires were palpable, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation. Sensing the right moment, I extended an invitation to Steve with a suggestive smile.

"Steve, would you care to join me in the penthouse? It's a more private setting and ...we can start working on our offer," I proposed, the words laced with a hint of sensuality.

His eyes met mine, a spark of pure adulthood excitement was dancing in them. "I would love that," he replied.

As we walked towards the elevator, the energy between us intensified. The click of my high heels resonated in the enclosed space, each step a seductive melody with the proper effect on both of us. His gaze journeyed from the delicate arch of my left foot, up the sinuous strength of my calf muscle, lingered at the bend of my knee, and moved further up my upper leg. In this unhurried exploration, his desire was increasing in intensity, it was literally palpable and I could see his physical reaction.

"You look even more beautiful up close and standing on those legs," He confessed, his voice low and intimate. I acknowledged his words with a smile, allowing the tension to simmer between us. I knew he had a serious leg fetish and...Let's be honest I have very sexy legs

In the confined space of the elevator, our eyes locked, and a charged silence enveloped us even if we kept our distance.

"Have you ever broken one of your lovely legs?" Steve's voice, a low murmur, filled the confined space of the elevator.

As the doors gracefully opened, revealing the lavish floor of The Four Seasons penthouse, the air buzzed with heightened anticipation. I spun on my heels, a playful twirl like a dancer, offering a glimpse of vulnerability.

"Yes," I confessed, my eyes locking onto his, "my left leg, I broke my tibia and fibula in a motorcycle accident." With a fluid motion, I lifted and extended my left leg toward him. Steve, hands enveloped in anticipation, delicately cradled my ankle. His touch was like between curiosity and understanding while caressing my foot and lower leg.

In that suspended moment, our eyes met, a silent exchange with unspoken desires. A smile lingered on my lips, an invitation hanging in the air. In a very suggestive tone I asked, "which of my legs would you like to place in a plaster cast tonight?"

He let go of my left foot, and I let it slide down against his fully erected penis while his gaze, filled with lust, trailed down to both of my legs. I stood before him, legs partly crossed, waiting for his choice. His eyes moving from one leg to the other.

His gaze lingered on my left leg, and a slow, seductive smile crept across his lips. "Adele, I'm sorry to tell you but your left leg is broken in 3 places and needs to be in a full leg cast tonight".

Hands and hands, we slowly walked into the dimly lit Fetish Room of our spacious penthouse. The subtle fragrance of plaster, his chosen casting material for this first sexual encounter, hung in the air, blending with the charged atmosphere as we shared our first kiss.

Our lips met full of sexual desire and passion that echoed in the room. The taste of the moment lingered as our tongues entwined, intimacy, fantasies and the unspoken sexual fetish. As we continued to kiss, his hands explored the contours of my body. He delicately traced my back, the zipper of my dress surrendered to his touch.

"Have I told you that you are breathtaking," he whispered, his words a caress against my neck.

As my dress cascaded to the floor, revealing my silhouette beneath, Steve's desire manifested in a deep, appreciative stare while his hands lingered on my waist.

I guided him towards the casting table, a piece of furniture meticulously chosen for its significance in his intimate sexual fantasy.

I sat on the casting table, legs dangling over the edge. His gaze locked onto mine as he knelt before me, between my legs, his hands gently lifting my left leg. He removed my left high heel shoe, each movement deliberate and charged with anticipation of what comes next.

"I feel like a kid at Christmas, unveiling a beautiful and sexy gift," he murmured, his fingers expertly releasing the garter belt from my leg. As the stocking slid down, Steve's touch trailed along my skin, my long leg, intimacy that left an electrifying trail and wetness between my legs. I was so turned on sexually.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing forearms ready for my fantasy. Soft padding, water and rolls of plaster cast lay in wait, each one a promise to mould and shape my left leg in this, the narrative of his lifetime desire. He leaned down, kissed and licked my leg slowly.

"Adele, this is beyond my wildest fantasies," he confessed,

"My poor broken leg..." I moaned quietly. Precum started to show.

With deliberate precision, he began the ritual of bringing his fantasy to life. He unrolled soft padding, a gentle caress against my skin, and carefully draped it over my left leg. The padding embraces it, serving as a protective layer, creating a cocoon of comfort before the hard plaster cast.

His touch was both tender and purposeful as he smoothed the padding, ensuring it adhered seamlessly to the contours of my long leg. Each pass of his hands became an intimate exploration, a tactile connection that heightened the anticipation in the air. He had done this multiple times in the past in his dreams.

The soft padding, now a second skin, he began applying the first roll of plaster around my foot. As the rolls of plaster wound their way around my foot, ankle and leg, the anticipation of dealing with this long and heavy cast seduced me while his eyes remained locked on the transformation unfolding before him.

With each layer, the full leg cast emerged, transforming my strong left leg into pure desire and vulnerability. Steve's hands moved with a rhythm born of passion, and the room echoed with the subtle sounds of plaster against my leg, a very sensual procedure.

As he continued the meticulous application of the plaster, a pivotal moment arrived. Before the cast became rigid, he gently bent my knee, moulding it into a position of non-weight bearing. The intimate act, accompanied by the subtle flex of my muscles beneath the plaster, marked a commitment to be on crutches.

The transformation of my strong left leg into a symbol of desire and vulnerability continued.

With each layer of plaster around my carefully bent knee. The once-malleable material now took on a form of permanence, securing the desired position.

"I love it...Kiss me...Please" I ordered him and he did. His soft lips...His hands transformed this plaster cast from the functional to the sensual ritual. His fingers, coated in the creamy substance, gently caressed and smoothed the surface to perfection

The touch of his hands on the wet plaster became a symphony of sensations for me, as he rubbed and moulded the cast, he watched my fingers slide between my legs and tease and please my wet vagina. The plaster clung to every curve of my long leg while my fingers curled against my clitoris until my orgasm pleased my whole body.

With the full leg cast now covering my left leg, Steve's hands gently lifted me up onto my right high heel shoe. His touch, both supportive and sensual, conveyed a shared intimacy.

"What's next?" I said smiling.

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Clip 456 Broken ankle, crutches

Clip 455 white cast, sock, SLC, crutches

Adele's Friends.com chapter 3

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 3

As the sun went down, Jake was committed to scrutinizing our potential client, Steve. In the newly established office in downtown Montreal, he dived in the digital world, public and not so public levels, meticulously navigating the information that it held.

Surrounded by the hum of the city below, Jake's fingers moved across the keyboard, leaving no virtual stone upturned. Social media profiles, online presence, and any digital footprint that could shed light on Steve's character were under Jake's analytical scrutiny.

After a thorough investigation, Jake leaned back in his chair, an expression of contemplation on his face. "Steve checks out," he declared, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

Eager for more details, I leaned forward. "And?"

"He's more than just an entrepreneur; he's a successful one, well-respected in his field. No red flags, clean reputation, except..." Jake explained, his analytical gaze meeting mine.

"Except what?" I asked.

"He is a family man, happily married. His interest in our services seems genuine, driven by a desire for a unique experience rather than mere curiosity."

I took a moment to absorb Jake's revelation about our first client, Steve, being a happily married family man. Understanding the nature of our business, where discretion played a crucial role, I considered the potential complexities that could arise.

With a thoughtful pause and while rubbing Jake's shoulders from behind him, I responded,

"Thank you for the thorough investigation. It's important for us to uphold the values of Adele's Friends.com and provide a unique and respectful experience for our clients. Knowing that Steve is happily married emphasizes the importance of discretion in our interactions."

"I totally agree" he says

"Let's ensure that our services contribute to enhancing his life experiences while maintaining the utmost confidentiality. We're here to create special moments and events for our clients within their everyday life, acknowledging the complexities that may come with our clients family life and all that while being very profitable"

A sense of satisfaction washed over me. Knowing that our first potential client had successfully passed Jake's scrutiny was a significant stride forward. As I prepared to initiate contact with Steve, our downtown Montreal office buzzed with the energy of anticipation and excitement from Jake's very specific requests.

That evening, the three of us reconvened at our downtown office, surrounded by the modern skyline of Montreal. Glasses clinked as we raised a toast to Sarah's new shorter arm cast and to the journey ahead.

As the first evening approached, Jake, ever the meticulous planner, took charge of orchestrating a truly extraordinary setting. The penthouse of The Four Seasons in Boston was chosen by Steve for our first rendezvous, its luxurious ambience serving as the backdrop for what promised to be the first of many unforgettable nights.

Jake spared no detail in setting the stage. The penthouse was broken in sections, each room created the proper ambience that spoke volumes without uttering a word. Later on I found myself preparing for a moment of relaxation and indulgence. The soft glow of city lights streamed through the long windows, casting a warm and inviting ambience over the luxurious surroundings.

I moved gracefully through the spacious penthouse. The anticipation of the night lingered in the air, and as I entered the lavish bathroom, I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me. The marble-clad sanctuary awaited, with plush towels, scented candles, and the promise of a long, relaxing bath.

As I undressed and stepped into the inviting warmth of the bath, my body settled into the warm water that felt so nice. My fingers traced my smooth limbs as I let my mind drift, with the tenderness of a lover. In the warm bathwater I was now free to explore my desires, unrestrained and unafraid.

I cupped my large breasts and slid my fingers across the swelling of my nipples, the soft flesh inside my hands and fingers. Then one finger, sneaked between my legs in my vagina slipping through my wetness, circling my pulsing clitoris moaning softly until my orgasm and I let out a loud moan. My fingers continued until I couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed backward in the bath.

I stepped out of the bath and stood before the spacious floor-to-ceiling mirror, the image of my naked body reflected in the glass. My eyes fixed on the sight of my long, slender legs and toned body.

I emerged from the bathroom dressed in a silk robe that caressed my skin. I walked with purpose towards the makeup table strategically placed near the panoramic windows, where the city lights painted a beautiful backdrop.

I began the meticulous process of preparing for the night. With deliberate strokes, I applied a velvety primer. The scent of high-quality cosmetics filled the air, mingling with the lingering fragrance from the bath. As I delicately blended the foundation...a portrait of sophistication and confidence was the goal.

Next came my eyes, where each brushstroke added mystery. A palette of neutral tones accentuated the shape. The soft hum of jazz music in the background served as a melodic accompaniment to the rhythmic dance of brushes against skin.

The final touch, a bold yet elegant lipstick, a deep red. There were the high-heeled shoes, a pair of stilettos that echoed the sophistication of the night that Sarah had chosen. As I stood before the full-length mirror, the high heels became the exclamation point, even if...

Sarah had also carefully selected a dress, a stunning creation of black lace and silk, that embraced my curves,very elegantly. The look didn't end with the dress alone; My keen eye for detail had left its mark. A garter belt, a tantalising addition, to the ensemble. Its delicate straps added a touch of fragility and sensuality, a hidden secret beneath the layers of the black dress. The stockings, sheer and luxurious, extended from the garter belt, a subtle invitation to the unknown.

As I navigated the luxurious space, I found myself drawn to a particular door, slightly ajar. The atmosphere shifted as I entered, crossing the threshold into the room meticulously set up by Jake for me and Steve. The fetish room, a haven of desires and the unknown, awaited in a dimly lit atmosphere.

While I lingered, immersed in the fetish room, a discreet chime on my cell phone signalled a message. I retrieved the device, and there it was, a message from Steve that he was waiting for me at the Lounge, the prestigious bar within The Four Seasons Hotel in Boston.

As I gracefully walked from the dimly lit fetish room to the refined ambience of the lounge, I transformed into a persona of sophistication for Steve. The muted click of my high heels resonated with the rhythm of the lounge's soft jazz melodies, creating an exquisite symphony as I approached the rendezvous point.

Our eyes met as I entered the lounge, and both our smiles conveyed a mutual understanding of the encounter awaiting us. Steve, who looked charming and refined, rose to greet me with a gallant gesture, pulling the chair as a silent invitation. I accepted with a gracious nod, my movements exuding both poise and sensuality.

Seated at the elegantly appointed table, I crossed my legs with deliberate grace. The dim lighting accentuated the look and feel, every detail carefully chosen to enhance the allure. Steve's eyes, fixed on mine, revealed a flicker of desire as I caressed my long leg with fingernails painted red, mirroring my lips.

The subtle act became a dance of sensuality, a silent invitation to explore the depths of the game between Steve, Adele's friends.com and me.

"Hello it's so nice to meet you"

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Clip 454 SLC, crutches, blue cast

Clip 453 Broken arm and wrist, full arm cast, LAC

Adele's Friends.com chapter 2

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 2

As we brainstormed, our vision expanded beyond a mere companionship service. It morphed into an experience, a chance for individuals to create lasting memories with carefully matched companions. We discussed the importance of diversity, ensuring our pool of companions would eventually reflect a wide range of interests, backgrounds, and personalities.

"We could have categories like Adventure Companions, Culture Enthusiasts, Fetish and sexual fantasies and more," I suggested, scribbling notes on my iPad.

Sarah chimed in, "And let's not forget the importance of style. Our companions should be fashionable first with lots of sophistication and charm. Just like me" She smiled cradling her long cast. I smiled, thinking about the potential for adding a touch of glamour to our venture.

"Absolutely. All the details matter, from the way they dress to the way they engage in conversation. It's about creating an unforgettable, very private experience."

With each idea, our excitement grew, and the foundation of our companionship service took shape. From meticulous matchmaking to tailor-made experiences, our business aimed to redefine the concept of companionship.

As the night unfolded, we left the café with a sense of determination, ready to turn our dreams into reality.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of planning, brainstorming, and late-night strategy sessions. Our vision for Adele's Friends.com began to take concrete form as we ironed out the finer details.

One evening, as the three of us huddled around a table scattered with business plans and coffee cups, Jake suggested, "We need a captivating way to introduce our services. How about a discreet email campaign targeting high end potential clients at first?"

"That's a great idea," Sarah chimed in. "But how do we make it intriguing yet subtle?"

A mischievous glint flashed in my eyes as I crossed my long legs contemplating the possibilities.

"What if we craft a secret email, inviting them to experience something extraordinary without explicitly revealing our business? Giving them private access to an app?"

With unanimous agreement, I set up to work on creating an email that would pique my curiosity and leave a lasting impression if I was a possible client.

Subject: Elevate Your Experiences with Adele's Friends.com
Ever dreamed of a private escape where your desires take centre stage? Where your exclusive pass to companionship tailored for a night, a weekend, or beyond.

Our private app is designed for the discerning individual who craves more. Picture this: a night of sophistication at an exclusive event, a weekend getaway with a companion who understands your passions, or even a longer-term connection for genuine, tailored experiences.

Professional, reliable, and crafted to meet every preference and fantasy, Adele's Friends.com invites you to indulge in a world where desires are fulfilled discreetly. Ready to elevate your experiences?

Simply respond to this email, and let's embark on a journey where your needs and fantasies take centre stage. Elevate the extraordinary with Adele's Friends.com – where desires meet discretion.

Best,
Adele's Friends.com

As I hit the "send" button, excitement filled the room. The clandestine nature of our approach added an element of intrigue, setting the stage to create an aura around Adele's Friends.com.

The response to our discreet email campaign was swift and intriguing. Among the inquiries, one name stood out, Steve001, he gave me the impression of being an older gentleman with an air of sophistication that matched our vision for Adele's Friends.com.

Steve's message exuded a genuine interest in exploring the possibilities our services offered. He expressed a desire for eventually a longer-term arrangement, seeking a companion who could seamlessly blend into his fetish world and be part of his high-profile events and business engagements.

Excitement rippled through our small team as we considered the potential of our first high-profile client. Sarah and I decided to meet at her home that evening to discuss how we would approach Steve's request.

As the evening approached, I slipped into a sleek black lululemon bodysuit that hugged my curves. The plunging neckline paired with running made it very comfortable as I made my way to Sarah's place.

Upon reaching Sarah's door, I found her looking so desirable in a stylish dress that complemented her radiant smile. The fabric draped gracefully over her long arm cast, the ensemble designed to make a statement even with the added challenge from her broken thumb and arm. She turned an injury into a fashion accessory.

I couldn't help but admire the way Sarah carried herself, her confidence radiating despite the temporary hindrance. My gaze lingered on her full arm cast, appreciating the contrast between vulnerability and strength.

As I closed the distance between us, our glances locked and her brown eyes were so beautiful. Sarah had a way of pulling me in, and that night was no exception.

"You look amazing Sarah"

She stepped towards me, her arm cast brushing against my bodysuit in a sensual way that made me shiver. Our lips met in the same warm, gentle kiss we'd shared countless times before, except this time it felt even more electric. As our kiss grew deeper and her body pressed against mine, I could feel the rough texture of her cast against me.

Our kiss grew hotter as I felt the heat from her body against me. I wrapped my arms around her, savouring the sensation of our intimate contact. I wanted her cast to never come off. I pushed the thoughts aside and leaned in for another sensual kiss.

Our kiss broke apart briefly as our tongues trailed along each others' necks. I moaned softly, my body craving more of her touch. Sarah's cast brushing ever so softly against my leg, my ass moving up ever so slowly.

"Steve will be one lucky man to play with you...those sexy long legs Adele"

The soft feel of Sarah's firm little body pressed against me was making my breath quicken, but the sensation of her cast was driving me wild. Her gentle touch sent shivers up my body as the cast brushed softly against my breasts and fully erected nipples. I know we weren't a couple anymore but I wanted to undress her so bad.

"Alright, let's settle in the living room first... I've got some wine ready for us. Now, let's dive into our first client, Steve, who's shown serious interest in our services."

"I think Steve is after more than just a companion," Sarah mused, her eyes staring with envy down to where my long legs were crossed in my bodysuit.

I nodded in agreement, taking a sip of my wine and smiling. "Absolutely. He's searching for an experience, a connection that transcends the ordinary." Occasionally, my eyes wandered to Sarah's arm cast back in its pink sling.

As we discussed strategies and potential offerings for Steve, I found myself drawn to the magnetic pull of her broken arm. It became the focal point of my concentration.

"One question remains." She said

"What is it?"

"Which leg, left or right?" She slid her long cast between my legs, her fingers rubbing against my wet vagina.

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Clip 451 Broken ankle, cast, crutches

Adele's friends.com chapter 1

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 1

The air buzzed with excitement as the familiar strains of "Pomp and Circumstance" filled the very private room of this top university in Canada. I stood among my fellow graduates, feeling the weight of the cap and gown as a symbol of accomplishment of this overly intense program.

The cap perched on my head, a crown of achievement, and the gown draped elegantly over my long athletic frame.

My blue eyes scanned the small room, capturing snapshots of friends and classmates in their graduation attire. The variety of outfits showcased individual styles. Some opting for classic elegance, others embracing modern trends. It was a tapestry of fashion, a celebration of personal expression.

As I waited for my name to be called, I couldn't help but admire the diversity of shoes that adorned the feet of my fellow female graduates. Heels, flats, sandals are a statement of individuality. I had to admit that my favourite sound was the click of my sexy high heels stilettos when I was not on crutches. The thump of crutches was also very special.

The moment arrived, and I took a deep breath. I realized early in my life that I really believed in "dress for the job you want, not the one you have". With the help of my special friend future Dr. Brad Jones I was wearing a lovely Dolce & Gabbana bustier black dress with Angelina sandals from Tom Ford with a sexy tiny ankle strap. 4 inch sandals were ankle breakers but the strap helped.

I walked gracefully across the stage to receive my diploma. Tossing my cap into the air, I felt a surge of pride and anticipation. What I did know was that this day marked not just an end but the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with dreams, friendship, and the spark of a business idea that would shape our futures.

The ceremony concluded with cheers and applause, and as the few graduates dispersed. A bright smile appeared on my face as I saw my best friend approaching me. Sarah had been my closest companion since high school, and she also understood my fascination with casted limbs and crutches. The two of us bonded on countless late-night study sessions and intense debates that often stretched into the early hours of the morning. I had long thought she knew me better than anyone.

Sarah wore a full arm cast and sling over her shoulder, holding a broken arm and thumb in place. Her long arm cast was now her signature accessory and was a reminder of her love for mountain biking. Even with her cast and pain, I could see the vibrant gleam in her bright brown eyes, and as she approached me, I felt a burst of excitement.

"Can you believe we made it? Master degree in Business Administration (MBA), watch out business world, here we come!" She said leaning over to kiss my lips, her hard cast rubbing against my breasts, intentionally I was sure.

I chuckled, embracing her in a lovely hug. Some years ago we had been a couple but quickly realized that we were much better friends with benefits than lovers, maybe we were too much alike.

"I know, right? It feels surreal. What's next for you and how's your arm?" I asked, staring at my best friend's big brown eyes and sexy arm cast.

She twirled a strand of her hair, a habit of hers when deep in thought. "Not too much pain anymore thank god but I'm thinking about diving into the financial world. You?"

"I have this wild idea," I confessed, excitement bubbling beneath the surface. "What if we, along with Jake, started our own company?"

Her eyes widened with curiosity. "Our own company? Doing what?"

"Companionship services," I revealed, gauging her reaction. "Think about it. a place where people can find companions for a night, a weekend, or longer. Professional, reliable, and tailored to all and any individual preferences and needs."

Sarah's laughter echoed through the air. "You're serious? Escort service?"

"OMG Sarah noooo, so much more than an escort" I said looking over her head to Professor Chow.

In the middle of the room, she was walking bravely with her crutches after finally ditching her full leg cast 4 full months after her car accident. In spite of still being in a short leg cast below the knee and non-weight bearing, her sexy and elegant stride filled me with a bit of envy and sexual attraction.

I knew that my business idea was tailored to such situations, and I immediately saw potential for her to indulge in the kind of specialized companions and services she hadn't been able to get so that her experience while on crutches and in the cast could have been totally special.

"Helloooo...Sarah calling Adele?"

"Sorry I was distracted. Just imagine Sarah how much a cast fetishist would pay and enjoy being with you on a lovely dinner date in a fancy restaurant in Montreal or New York city right now with your broken arm?"

"That's interesting, it sounds like a really bold move. But knowing you, it might just work. Count me in!"

With Sarah on board, we sought out Jake, our third musketeer in this grand adventure.I outlined my vision, and Jake's analytical mind immediately saw the risks and potentials.

"Why not?" he mused, adjusting his glasses. "It's a unique concept, and we're a dynamic trio. Let's give it a shot."

And just like that, our post-graduate dreams took flight, fuelled by friendship, ambition, the audacity to embrace the unconventional and we will learn later so much more. As we delved into planning our venture, the excitement grew, setting the stage for a journey that promised not only professional success but also personal growth and unexpected twists.

The sun dipped below the horizon as we continued our discussion, mapping out the path that would lead us to the birth of our companionship service. "What do we call this company of ours?"

"Adele's Friends.com" I said smiling.

"You already have a name?" Jake inquired

"Yes and it's already incorporate under our 3 names, partners"

Over cups of celebratory coffee at a cosy café, our trio dove into the intricate details of our unconventional business venture. With Sarah's cast teasing me non stop + her creative flair, Jake's analytical precision, and my own passion for connecting with people on multiple levels including sexual, we began sketching the blueprint for our companionship service.

"So, what exactly will our services include?" Sarah inquired, sipping her latte.

I leaned forward, enthusiasm bubbling over. "I envision a private app where men and women can find companions tailored to their needs and fantasies. It could range from a night out at a fancy event, a weekend getaway, or even longer-term arrangements for those seeking genuine connections."

Jake nodded in agreement, his mind already calculating the logistics. "We'll need a thorough vetting process to ensure both companions and clients are genuine, comfortable, private and 100% safe. Background checks, profiles, preferences, everything meticulously handled."

Sarah's eyes sparkled with ideas. "And we can offer personalized packages, themed outings, special occasions, you name it. For example my future cast fetishist if he asked for me in a purple arm cast to fulfil his or her sexual fantasy, we could have Brad do all our recreational casts. He's still in med school, I'm sure he would love to apply a long leg cast on your leg Adele.The key is to make it memorable and unique for each client."

"Yes omg yes... and if the dream of the client is to apply a cast on my sexy long leg: I smiled lifting and showing my leg to my friends. "Then we would be up for it, I would..."

Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 2 to come
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Clip 450 So cute on crutches

Clip 449 Hit by a car, broken leg, SLC, cast and later a SLWC and a cane

Adele's Friends.com prologue

 Adele's Friends.com

Prologue

In the heart of a bustling city, where sensual and sexual dreams can be part of everyday life, there exists a clandestine world waiting to be unraveled. Picture a place where desires take center stage, and connections are crafted with meticulous precision. Welcome to Adele's Friends.com, where the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary, and every encounter is a chapter in your unique story.

It all began with a graduation, a spark of an idea shared among friends. Sarah, Jake, and I, armed with ambition and the audacity to redefine companionship, embarked on a journey that blurred the lines between sophistication and the very unconventional. Our venture isn't just a service; it's an enigma, an invitation to explore the uncharted territories of connection and fulfillment.

As the night unfolds, secrets are whispered, and desires are awakened. The air buzzes with the promise of experiences tailored to your every whim. But it's not just about the companions; it's about the details, the click of heels, the thumb of the crutches, the shape of a cast, the unspoken language of desire that lingers in the air.

Join me as we delve into a world where Adele's Friends.com becomes the key to unlocking your deepest fantasies.

Amidst the whispers and the clinking of glasses, a broken arm in a full arm cast becomes a symbol, a testament to the art of turning vulnerability into strength and pure sexiness. In a private gathering with Sarah, we navigate the intricacies of desire, offering not just companionship but an immersive experience.

The journey is just beginning, and within the folds of Adele's Friends.com, mysteries await, and extraordinary connections are forged. Are you ready to unlock the doors to a world where sophistication meets the unknown? Where literally everything is possible...for the right commitment? For the right price...

Adele
xoxoxo

Clip 448 Perfect pink cast and crutches

Clip 447 LLC, crutches, fractured tibia full leg cast

Help me... The conlusion

 Help me...

Conclusion

I felt this sudden surge of desire as Bella caressed my body, kissing me with passionate intensity. She was taking me down a path of pure pleasure, the feeling was overwhelming me even as it reminded me of the things she had done to me already. It was a paradox, and it was strange how my physical pain could mix with the sexual pleasure I now felt as she kissed me.

I knew I had to put an end to it today but I looked at her, how sexy she looked for an AI droid. At the beginning of this adventure I wondered how a male AI droid would feel like... There she was wearing a strapping on a dildo, never having really thought how a woman, especially Bella, would look with one.

I leaned over and pulled out cream from my dresser. The label was almost funny in this situation, "Excellent masturbation arousal and sex cream lubricant".

She leaned over me and we kissed while I put the cream in my hands and rubbed it on the strap-on dildo. Bella reacted while my fingers stroked it, up and down the long shaft like it was a real penis, like if I was giving it pure pleasure. She felt it, somehow it was connected to her sexual system. She was turned on.

There was the edge that I needed, the crack in her armour, but....

She tried to get back control, she moved her lips to my sensitive long neck and my breasts. But I continued to run my long fingers along her penis. I tried to fight back the arousal contest but she pinned my arms down.

"Enough, stop it" She said forcefully.

She kissed my neck, then my breasts again. She spread my leg cast and right leg open and positioned herself between them. With her sex toy against my vagina I was so aroused when she slowly and gently slipped it into my vagina.

I moaned when I felt the dildo inside me, long and hard moving in and out. Bella pushed deeper and deeper if that was at all possible. Moving and thrusting her hips so that I would have a very different sensation from my last boyfriend.

She then began to thrust into me faster and harder. "Oh god..." It was so sensual.

She then lifted me in her arms, my broken leg dangling while she pushed me against the open window. Her big firm breasts against mine while she kept pushing in and out of my vagina. I kissed her to distract her, her lips, her neck.

"I can't believe how real it feels inside me!" I moaned

Bella added one of her fingers in my vagina, pressing against my clitoris, I held her hand. One more piece of the puzzle in place. She was pushing hard against me and she increased the speed and I moaned in pleasure feeling an orgasm building.

I moaned loudly when I felt the orgasm wash all over me. She smiled and laughed a little, happy not because anything was funny but to let me know that she felt that she was in total control of me physically, sexually and emotionally.

She was deep inside me when I used all my strength in my right leg and pulled ourselves backward through the open window down from the second floor into the pool below...

I landed in the water but Bella being taller, her legs came in contact with the edge of the pool in a loud cracking sound, her long legs breaking into pieces.

As I struggled to get out of the pool, I felt a sudden sharp pain inside my cast in my left leg. I looked down and was horrified to see that my cast was broken at the knee. I felt a sudden urge to scream in pain but I knew it wasn't time.

With great difficulty, I managed to crawl out of the pool. I used the pool cleaning tool to stand up, clinging to it for support. I was in pain standing on my right foot, my leg cast elevated off the ground.

Bella shouted for help. I can't believe she still wanted me to help her after all that she had done to me. My broken leg made me unable to move quickly, so I slowly moved towards the edge of the pool.

"Miriam, help me..." Bella yelled again both her legs were broken and bent totally useless. But with her strong arms she made it on the edge of the pool....

"Bitch you should have helped me...I will kill you now" She said, her deep blue eyes staring at me.

I approached her hopping on my right leg. She was so enraged, "This is karma, you bitch, and I'm going to give you all that you deserve!, I will rip that left leg from you" she said gleefully, her rage growing with each word. I felt fear as she stared at me with a murderous intent.

I gripped the cleaning tool in my hands. I slowly hopped back towards the pool, my broken cast making it difficult to keep my balance but I still managed somehow. Once I reached the edge of the pool...

I pushed her back into the pool with all my strength.

Bella felt back into the pool, her body hitting the water with a heavy splash. She screamed bloody murder as she tried to come back but without legs and me pushing her down it was impossible. The rage in her eyes was unmistakable as she stared at me with hatred.

I watched her body sink further in the pool towards the bottom. She was helpless and unable to pull herself out of the pool. She continued to scream, begging for help, but I did not respond and let her sink. I watched her struggle for life, and I heard her final and last scream.

With the cruel ending of Bella... human 1 AI 0 was the final score.

After being rushed to the hospital, the medical team assessed the damage. It was confirmed that not only did I have re-broken my leg, the fracture had also moved the bones to the point that a surgical intervention became necessary to address the issue and provide a more robust solution.

In the operating room, surrounded by the sterile environment and the hushed conversations of the medical staff, I underwent a surgical procedure to repair my broken leg. The skilled hands of the surgeons worked diligently to realign the bones.

Later on that week a new cast, long and non weight bearing, was meticulously applied, securing my leg in a bent position.

The next day, waking up in my room, I was aware of the new, imposing cast around my left leg. Its length extended from my toes to the upper thigh, restricting movement and serving as a reminder of the fragility of the healing process. The weight of the cast pressed against my leg, a constant companion.

The medical team emphasized the importance of rest and careful movement. Under-arms crutches once again became my allies, helping me navigate the challenges posed by the new cast.

Back home, surrounded by the familiar and the unfamiliar, the reality of the situation sank in. The new long leg cast, though restricting, held the promise of healing. Each day became a step closer to regaining my mobility.

A partial mobility with my left leg in a permanent leg brace but that was just fine with me, I smiled.

The end
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Clip 446 Broken ankle, cast crutches, SLC