有没有大神能翻译一下?
It was a late Thursday evening.Eleanor was sitting in front of her computer doing schoolwork.
A simple engineering report.
She felt a slight tingle in her pants, her member fighting its restraints, a rising need.
She could make it go away.
Controlling her erection was a skill she’d learned a long time ago, and one she regularly put to use.
It was what she usually did when getting hard during schoolwork, but tonight she didn’t feel like it.
Eleanor needed release.
How to achieve it however?
Jake was coming over tomorrow, and Martha was on a date with Hailey.
Her other maids were an option too, but Eleanor didn’t feel like it.
What to do now.
She could wait for either the girls to come back from their date, or for Jake to properly fuck her tomorrow.
Both of course were very pleasant options, but she would have to wait.
There was a third option of course.
One that she had employed a lot in the past, but that recently had fallen out of favor.
She was going to jerk off.
Due to her extremely easy access to sex, and the increasing difficulty masturbation posed due to her rapidly decreasing amount of limb, she rarely masturbated anymore.
It was just so much easier to get Martha’s stumps on her cock.
Right now she was wearing her every day plug.
It was a small and soft silicone plug, perfect for day to day wear, giving her a pleasantly full feeling.
But for this she wanted more.
Eleanor lifted her hook off the mouse and firmly pressed it against the table, pushing back her office chair.
Then she locked the wheels.
Standing up was difficult enough as it was, with her entire leg mobility reduced to only a short bit of thigh, and she didn’t need a chair that would roll away at the slightest opportunity.
Eleanor pushed her chin down, using the lever that switched her right prosthetic from operating the split hook to operating the elbow.
She stretched it out and straightened her body, lifting her butt off the seat.
Then, putting all the weight she could into her right side, she pulled herself to the left, holding on to the arm rest and bending her elbow.
In this position, she pulled back her left leg, preventing her from slipping back.
Her left arm stayed rigid the entire time, now resting against the chairs backrest.
Now almost fully turned around, she put her right arm against the armrest again, where the hook connected to the wrist, and straightened it, letting the thigh of her hip prosthetic fall against the seat.
At this point she was resting her head against the backrest to prevent herself from falling down.
This was always the hardest part.
Her neck started to hurt as she straightened her right arm a bit, pushing against the seat and bending her left thigh.
Eleanor now stood bent over, with her hook on the seat preventing her from falling down again.
She imagined Jake fucking her in this position.
Her pants felt tight again.
She was going to enjoy this.
Once she got out of this chair.
She was close to it anyways.
With her legs at a right angle to her torso and her arm almost straight she had little leverage, but it was enough.
With all force she could muster, thrusting her shoulder forward, she heaved herself up.
This was the most dangerous moment of getting up.
A lot of things could go wrong, and if her balance was off just a bit, she could easily fall.
She could get up from the ground of course, but it was a difficult and exhausting endeavor that she’d rather avoid.
So she had to be careful.
As she pushed against the chair, she threw herself back, straightening out her body.
Her balance shifted back and she hit the desk with her butt and hip socket.
She pulled her thigh back, keeping her leg straight.
If her knees or hip joint buckled now, she would fall.
Luckily, they didn’t.
Eleanor braced herself against the table with her right arm, waiting for her legs to stop wobbling.
She wiggled her thigh stump a bit, confirming that her foot was firmly on the ground.
There was almost no play, only that of her springy foot.
With her legs stable, she pushed herself forward, away from the table, her balance now on two springy, prosthetic feet.
Then the unthinkable happened.
Right as she pushed herself off the table, she felt a sneeze coming on.
She was mid swing, her entire body full of inertia, and her chest violently erupting a stream of air, shaking her head around and throwing her off balance.
Eleanor faintly noticed a glint as the world around her shook, reaching out to the chair for support.
It took her a moment to gather herself.
Once she overcame the shock of almost falling down, she investigated the source of the glint.
It didn’t take her long, as it was literally looking at her.
A green iris in, surrounded by a oddly shaped patch of white, staring at her from the middle of the black seat.
It was a prosthetic eye.
Her prosthetic eye.
She’d managed to sneeze her eye out.
She had to tell Martha about this once she got back.
And Jake tomorrow.
They probably wouldn’t believe it.
Eleanor raised herself up.
Getting up from a chair was something she was pretty good at, but it could still be nerve racking sometimes.
At least she didn’t fall.
Now she had to get that eye to somewhere safe first.
She shifted her weight onto her left leg, lifting her right prosthetic, and taking half a step forward.
It helped her keep balance as she slowly bent over, just far enough for her to grab the eye with her right hook.
She wasn’t too worried about gripping force, as both her hooks had a rubber lining on the inside.
Then she opened her left hook.
Her left arm was not something she used much.
Since she was missing her arm at the shoulder, there was not much functionality to it, it was mostly for decorative and balance purposes.
But it occasionally came in handy just for holding stuff.
It looked damn sexy as well, and that it had so few uses did nothing to reduce its appeal, rather, it enhanced it.
She had often imagined amputating what was left of her right arm as well, but the lack of prosthetics that were effectively useable with a shoulder disarticulation had always prevented her.
Myoelectrics were not a good choice either.
What was the point of getting prosthetics if she couldn’t feel anything?
Eleanor passed the acrylic eye into the open left hook, letting it close around the prosthetic.
She would drop it off in the bathroom.
With the eye in hook, she was ready to go get a toy.
She began to walk toward the door.
Walking with only a single bit of thigh was something that had taken her a while to get the hang of.
The most difficult part had been understanding that taking a step was different for each of her legs.
With her left leg, her step came from her hip muscles, swinging her thigh forward.
With her right, it came from her core, as there was no muscle left to operate it.
Walking had a rhythm to it, and keeping that rhythm was essential to avoid accidents.
She started with her right leg, as she had more control in her left, and it would start the process more easily.
Her left leg stood straight and firm on the ground as she leaned to the side, lifting her right off just enough to clear the ground, and then thrust her hip forward, letting the leg swing in front of her.
To know when to lower the was a matter of practice, it had taken her a lot of time to perfect it.
The foot set down on the ground, and Eleanor shifted her weight forward, feeling gentle pressure on her right stump as her body’s weight now rested on it.
It felt weird to step down with her hip prosthesis, the bucket encompassed the entire right side of her pelvis, and she felt it all around, a strange sensation somewhere between sitting and standing.
Not an unpleasant sensation by any means, Eleanor loved her hip stump and prosthesis, but something she had not anticipated before the amputation.
Now came the next step.
It was with her left this time, and significantly more dangerous than the other one.
Her center of gravity was now above a wobbly section of pipe and a springy foot.
She had to keep balance with her core alone, there was no leg for her to move and correct her balance with, and since she needed to stand straight to take the step, she was basically tipping over the moment her left foot left the ground.
She extended her right arm a bit to stabilize, and then leaned forward as her left foot tread on the ground.
For a tiny moment she had enough momentum to drive her foot forward, the carbon foot flexing before she straightened her knee, with her body now standing on her left leg again.
While she was perfectly secure in taking a step with her right, with her left she still had a little limp that she’d never really gotten rid of, even if Charlie loved to compliment her gait whenever he could.
If she were to stop now, she would just have to pull her right leg next to her left, and that would be it, but she still had a long way in front of her.
So she took another step with her right.
And then one with her left again.
One step after the other, over and over again.
Until she arrived at the bathroom.
Eleanor entered, dropping off her eye in a small glass filled with cleaning solution that stood by the sink.
Then she opened one of the cabinets above it, looking for some lube.
Most of her home was adapted to her body.
While she made extensive use of her maids, especially Martha, she still liked to be independent, exactly for situations like this.
And since she couldn’t crouch or kneel down, everything had to be at waist level or above, save for some items that she couldn’t use.
Eleanor grabbed a squeeze bottle of strawberry flavored lube and deposited it in her left hook.
She closed the cabinet and left the bathroom.
With lube in hook she made her way to her room.
Martha would probably get mad at her bringing toys into the living/TV/computer room alone.
She hated cleaning up after Eleanor.
On the way to her room, she was stopped by Chelsea, a blonde, and one of her favorite maids.
They’d been fairly close, Eleanor had had sex with every one of her maids, they were all former prostitutes or porn stars, but Chelsea had been one of the few she’d done it with regularly.
She still invited her whenever she desired more than two lovers, but they weren’t as close anymore.
Though a willingness to take Eleanor to bed was one of her prerequisites of employment, at least for her personal maids.
“Good evening mistress Eleanor.” Chelsea greeted softly, not mentioning the fact that she was not wearing her left eye.
“Good evening.” Eleanor returned.
“Can I help you with anything?” The maid asked.
She thought about it for a moment.
While Chelsea would undoubtedly be happy to fuck her brains out, Eleanor was pretty set on taking business into her own hooks.
But she could still use the maid’s help.
“Yes.” She answered. “I need a toy, and I need your help getting it from under my bed.”
“Sure.” The maid said with the tiniest of curtsies.
Eleanor opened the door to her room and Chelsea followed her into it.
The maid knew exactly where to find the toy drawer, and kneeled down next to the bed, opening it.
“Which one?” She asked.
Eleanor pointed to a large pink phallus with a wide rim.
It was basically a dildo, but the rim prevented it slipping deeper than intended, and allowed her to wear it for a longer amount of time.
Chelsea removed it from the drawer and handed it to Eleanor.
Before accepting it, she removed the bottle of lube and slipped it into her pocket.
Then she took the dildo and deposited that in her left hook.
Chelsea smiled at her awkwardly, expecting something.
“Do you need any help with that….. or anything else, maybe?” the maid finally blurted out.
So she wanted sex.
Maybe.
Eleanor was a bit sheltered, and sometimes really bad at reading people.
But this seemed fairly obvious.
Eleanor encouraged sex among the maids as a way to release urges, but sometimes it seemed that Chelsea only had eyes for her.
She still had sex with the other maids, but it seemed like she enjoyed it more with Eleanor.
And she wasn’t sure how to feel about or to deal with it.
Right now she tried to avert her attention.
It seemed a bit cruel, but Eleanor had something else planned.
She intended to keep Chelsea in mind though, for when the next boner bothered her during schoolwork.
Then she thought about how she would get the toy inside her.
“Could you help me with the toy? I just need someone to stand by, in case I fall or something.”
Chelsea nodded.
The both of them left her room and returned to the living room.
Eleanor stood the bottle and dildo on her desk and got the box of tissues from the coffee table, holding it in her left hook and pulling out a few tissues.
She put both down next to the toy and lube.
Then she opened her pants and slowly pushed them down to just above her knee, followed by her panties.
Standing between her desk and the wall, she rotated her arm inward as far as it would go, locking the elbow at a right angle.
Spreading her legs, she bent over as far as she could without losing balance.
Her balls clinked as she moved her arm past them, feeling for the plug inside her.
Guided by the feel of her still intact butt cheek, she approached it, opening her hook and closing it around its rim.
She pulled.
The small pink plug came out freely, helped in part by her kegel exercises, and she dropped it on the tissues.
Now came the big guy.
She opened the bottle and squirted a generous amount of lube on the silicone phallus.
Then she grabbed it by the rim and rotated her arm again, but since the new toy was significantly longer, she let the elbow loose.
It took her a little while until she felt the tip of the toy pressing against her entrance.
She relaxed and let out a long moan as she slid the silicone dick inside her, filling her to the brim, pushing against her prostate.
Her fake balls clinked against her prosthetic arm.
Eleanor turned around to see Chelsea still watching her.
The maid stepped closer until she stood right next to her.
Chelsea grinned seductively, and Eleanor felt the maid’s fingers softly caressing her fake balls.
“Is there anything else I can help you with, mistress?” The maid asked in a sultry tone.
Eleanor almost said yes.
Chelsea wanted this.
She really did.
But Eleanor had made up her mind.
She laid her hook on the maids shoulder.
“I’m sorry, but not right now. I have some things to do first, but when I’m finished with schoolwork, we can fuck as much as you want, alright?”
Chelsea nodded.
Eleanor leaned in for a kiss, and the maid indulged her.
Then she turned around.
Eleanor watched Chelsea’s butt as the maid left the room.
It was a shame she was not an amputee.
The quad would have to ask her if she wanted to change that.
Maybe after she was finished.
With her pants and panties still hanging between her legs, she sat down in her office chair.
Sitting down was significantly easier than getting up, she let herself fall back, bending her knees and keeping her upper body and leg stump straight, her fall cushioned by the chair’s thick padding.
Then she slowly relaxed, letting her body glide into a sitting position.
A moan slipped from her lips as her sitting down pushed the toy deeper inside.
Her bare butt and balls now sat on the seat, and Eleanor grabbed a few tissues, stuffing them underneath herself to catch any fluids.
Just like before her hook gave a muffled clink as it touched her titanium balls.
She had grown tired of them in the past few weeks.
They had been great fun but she longed for a change.
The metal brought an interesting aesthetic and feel, but it restricted size, and she had had to settle for a set that was noticeably smaller than her original ones.
For someone who was very happy with being a woman, she was ironically well endowed.
She would get a new set soon, for now she had something more pleasant to occupy her mind with.
But masturbating was always better with some background.
Preferably some pornography.
She put her hook on the mouse, it was a 3D printed design, adapted for her prosthetics, and opened a folder called “Homework 2: Electric Boogaloo”.
It contained a few very sexy videos.
Lesbian amputee porn.
But not just any lesbian amputee porn.
Lesbian amputee porn of her and Martha.
Sex tapes.
She’d sorted them by the amputations she’d had at the time of filming.
She started with the first sex tape, the very first she’d ever recorded.
It was a three hour long recording of her and Martha experimenting with their new stumps.
Martha wore prosthetics, Eleanor didn’t.
She scrolled to her favorite part, stumpfucking Martha while the maid groped her breasts with her hooks.
Sometimes Eleanor wished she’d kept that stump.
She felt a tiny bit of precum escape her reroute, wetting the tissues below.
Her dick was hard as a rock now, and her balls hung off to the side with her right testicle touching the artificial hip joint.
Eleanor opened a second video, one of her as a DAK/DBE, lying flat on her back and being fucked by Martha with a thick strap-on.
She was holding her legs back with her hooks, more primitive knees, completely mechanical.
It was an old video, she could take much bigger toys now.
She opened another video, her favorite this time.
It was her, in her current form.
She was wearing her full set, except for the hip prosthetic.
That would have gotten in the way of the much bigger strap-on Martha was using on her now.
Eleanor let go of the mouse and lowered her hook.
Before she could use her hook though, there was little preparation she had to do.
Her right hook had a strong band on it, ensuring a firm grip.
A little bit too firm.
While it was useful for everyday use, it was decidedly unfit for masturbation.
And so she had a little secret in her right hook, a lever that took most tension off it.
She activated it with her left hook, and then opened her right, closing it around her throbbing erection.
The hooks insides were rubber-lined and a lot more comfortable than one would assume, especially when operated by someone of her skill.
She switched the cable to operate the elbow, letting the weak tension left in the hook close it.
As she started gently dragging her hook up and down her shaft, Martha in the video switched to an even larger toy, the biggest Eleanor had taken to date.
The maid took off her hooks afterward, but the toy was still a bit bigger than her exposed below-elbow stumps.
Eleanor increased her tempo as Martha inserted the strap-on, remembering how incredibly big it had felt.
As if her body had been about to split open.
Martha had given her a stumpjob as well, her soft skin like silk on Eleanor’s shaft.
She felt orgasm distantly approaching as Video-Martha pulled out the giant silicone phallus, swapping it for one of her arm stumps.
Eleanor remembered it clearly.
Even though it had been smaller than the toy, the fact that it had been flesh and blood was intoxicating.
A stump, an object of her desire stretching her to her max.
She loved sex with amputees almost as much as she lived being an amputee.
Video-Eleanor was obviously enjoying herself as well, judging by the spurt coming from her reroute.
There was something strange about watching her own orgasm, but it was enough for her to finish.
Eleanor increased her tempo again, feeling release just around the corner.
A spurt of clear fluid, a contraction of her kegel muscles, and then it was over.
Her penis slowly softened, no longer under her control, hanging between her prosthetics.
She didn’t bother pulling up her pants.
Finishing the report wouldn’t take long.
And she still had a maid to satisfy. 那是一个星期四晚上。
埃莉诺正坐在她的电脑做作业。
一份简单的工程报告。
她感到裤子有点刺痛，她的成员与它的约束作斗争，需求不断增加。
她可以让它消失。
控制勃起是她很久以前学到的一项技能，也是她经常使用的一项技能。
这是她在课业努力时通常会做的事情，但今晚她不喜欢这样。
埃莉诺需要释放。
然而，如何实现它呢？
杰克明天要过来，玛莎和海莉约会。
她其他女佣一个选项，但埃莉诺不想它。
现在该怎么办？
她可以等女孩们约会回来，或者等杰克明天好好操她。
当然，这两个选择都是非常愉快的，但她必须等待。
当然还有第三种选择。
她过去雇佣了很多，但最近却失宠了。
她打算混蛋。
由于她非常容易（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容），而且由于肢体数量的迅速减少，手淫的难度越来越大，她很少再手淫了。
把玛莎的树桩放在她的公鸡上要容易得多。
现在她每天都戴着插头。
这是一个小巧柔软的硅胶插头，非常适合日常佩戴，给她一种愉快而饱满的感觉。
但为此她想要更多。
埃莉诺举起挂钩的鼠标牢牢把它压，推她办公椅。
然后她锁上了轮子。
站起来已经够困难的了，她的整个腿的活动能力降低到了只有一小部分大腿，而且她不需要一把能在最轻微的机会就能滚开的椅子。
埃莉诺推她下巴，使用杠杆开关她右假肢从操作分体挂机操作肘部。
她伸开身体，伸直身体，把屁股从座位上抬起来。
然后，把她所有的重量都放在她的右边，她把自己拉向左，抓住扶手，弯曲她的胳膊肘。
在这个位置，她向后拉左腿，防止她向后滑动。
她的左臂一直僵硬，现在靠在椅子靠背上。
现在她几乎完全转过身来，她再次将右臂靠在扶手上，钩子与手腕相连，并伸直，让她的髋部假体的大腿落在座位上。
这时，她正把头靠在靠背上，以防止自己摔倒。
这一直是最难的部分。
当她稍微伸直右臂，推开座位，弯曲左大腿时，她的脖子开始疼。
埃莉诺现在弯腰，钩子座椅防止她再次陷入困境。
她想象着杰克在这个位置上干她。
她的裤子又感觉紧了。
她会喜欢这个的。
她一从椅子上站起来。
不管怎样，她离它很近。
她的腿与躯干成直角，手臂几乎是直的，她几乎没有杠杆作用，但这已经足够了。
她竭尽所能，将肩膀向前推，抬起身子。
这是起床最危险的时刻。
很多事情都可能出错，如果她的平衡稍微下降，她很容易就会跌倒。
她当然可以从地面站起来，但这是一个她宁愿避免的艰难而令人筋疲力尽的努力。
所以她必须小心。
当她推到椅子上时，她向后翻，伸直了身体。
她的平衡向后移动，她用屁股和臀部插座打了桌子。
她把大腿向后拉，保持腿伸直。
如果她的膝盖或髋关节现在弯曲，她就会摔倒。
幸运的是，他们没有。
埃莉诺支撑自己桌子右臂，等待腿停止摆动。
她扭动了一下大腿残肢，确认她的脚牢牢地放在地上。
几乎没有游戏，只有她有弹性的脚。
双腿稳定，她把自己向前推，远离桌子，现在她的平衡在两只有弹性的假脚上。
然后不可思议的事情发生了。
就在她把自己推下桌子的时候，她感到一阵打喷嚏。
她正摇摆不定，整个身体充满了惰性，她的胸部剧烈地喷出一股气流，摇摇头，使她失去平衡。
埃莉诺隐约注意到闪烁当世界她摇头，走向椅子支持。
她花了一点时间才振作起来。
一旦她克服了几乎摔倒的震惊，她就调查了闪光的来源。
没花多长时间，因为它真的在看着她。
一个绿色的虹膜，被一块奇怪形状的白色包围着，从黑色座位中间盯着她。
那是一只假眼。
她的假眼。
她设法打喷嚏了。
她一回来就不得不告诉玛莎这件事。
明天还有杰克。
他们可能不会相信。
埃莉诺把自己。
从椅子上站起来是她非常擅长的事情，但有时还是会让人紧张。
至少她没有摔倒。
现在她必须先把眼睛带到安全的地方。
她把体重转移到左腿上，抬起右假肢，向前迈了半步。
当她慢慢弯腰时，它帮助她保持平衡，刚好够她用右钩抓住眼睛。
她不太担心抓握力，因为她的两个钩子里面都有橡胶衬里。
然后她打开了她的左钩。
她的左臂不是她经常使用的东西。
因为她的肩膀上失去了手臂，所以没有太多的功能，主要是为了装饰和平衡的目的。
但它偶尔会因为拿着东西而派上用场。
它看起来也非常性感，而且它很少使用，这并没有减少它的吸引力，而是增强了它。
她经常想象着也会截掉她右臂的左侧，但是由于肩部的假肢的缺乏，这些假肢可以有效地与肩部脱节一起使用，这一直使她望去。
肌电也不是一个好的选择。
如果她什么都感觉不到，得到假肢有什么意义？
埃莉诺通过亚克力眼部公开左挂钩，让它紧假肢。
她会把它放在浴室里。
她的眼睛在钩里，准备去买一个玩具。
她开始走向门口。
她只走一根大腿就走了一段时间才掌握的东西。
最困难的部分是理解她的每条腿迈出一步是不同的。
她的左腿从臀部肌肉开始，大腿向前摆动。
她的右边，它来自她的核心，因为没有肌肉可以操作它。
走路有节奏，保持这种节奏对于避免事故至关重要。
她从右腿开始，因为她的左腿有更多的控制力，这将更容易开始这个过程。
当她靠在一边时，她的左腿笔直而坚定地站在地上，抬起她的右手，刚好可以清理地面，然后把臀部向前推，让腿在她面前摆动。
知道什么时候降低是一个实践的问题，她花了很多时间来完善它。
脚套装地上，埃莉诺转移体重，感觉温柔压力她树桩她身体的重量现在休息。
带着她的臀部假体下来感觉很奇怪，水桶包围了她骨盆的整个右侧，她感觉到了周围，一种奇怪的感觉是坐着和站着之间的奇怪感觉。
不不愉快感觉任何手段，埃莉诺爱她髋关节树桩假体，但她没有预期截肢之前。
现在是下一步。
这次是她离开的，比另一个危险得多。
她的重心现在在一段摇摇晃晃的管子和一只有弹性的脚。
她必须独自与自己的核心保持平衡，没有腿可以移动和纠正自己的平衡，而且由于她需要站直以迈出第一步，当她的左脚离开地面的时候，她基本上在倾诉。
她伸出右臂以稳定下来，然后当她的左脚踩在地上时身体前倾。
有那么一小会儿，她有足够的动力将脚向前推进，碳脚在她伸直膝盖之前弯曲，她的身体现在再次站在她的左腿上。
虽然她非常安全地向她的右边迈出了一步，但她仍然有一点跛行，她从未真正摆脱过，即使查理喜欢尽可能赞美她的步态。
如果她现在停下来，她只需要把右腿拉到左边，就这样，但是她还有很长的路要走。
所以她用自己的权利又迈出了一步。
然后她又离开了一个。
一步接一步，一遍又一遍。
直到她到达浴室。
埃莉诺进入送她的眼睛小玻璃充满清洗液，站在水槽。
然后她打开上面的一个柜子，寻找一些润滑油。
她的大部分家庭都适应了她的身体。
虽然她广泛使用她的女仆，尤其是玛莎，但她仍然喜欢独立，正是在这种情况下。
而且由于她不能蹲下或跪下，除了一些她不能使用的物品，一切都必须在腰部或以上。
埃莉诺抓住一个挤压瓶草莓口味的润滑油并存入其在她左挂钩。
她关上橱柜，离开了浴室。
她带着润滑油去了自己的房间。
玛莎可能会因为她独自把玩具带到客厅/电视/电脑室而生气。
她讨厌清理埃莉诺。
在去她房间的路上，她被一个金发碧眼的切尔西拦住了，也是她最喜欢的女仆之一。
他们的很近，埃莉诺有过性行为每自己的一个使女，他们都是前妓女或色情明星，但是切尔西是她经常做这件事的少数几个人之一。
每当她想要两个以上的恋人时，她仍然邀请她，但他们不再那么亲密了。
虽然意愿埃莉诺睡觉是她前提就业，至少她个人女佣。
“晚上好情妇埃莉诺。”切尔西轻声打招呼，没有提到她没有戴左眼的事实。
“晚上好。”埃莉诺返回。
“有什么需要我帮忙吗？”女仆问道。
她想了一会儿。
而切尔西无疑快乐操她的大脑，埃莉诺很套装以商务她自己挂钩。
但是她仍然需要女佣的帮助。
“是的。”她回答道。“我需要一个玩具，我需要你帮忙从我床下拿。”
“当然。”女仆用最小的屈膝礼说道。
埃莉诺打开门和切尔西跟着她。
女仆确切地知道在哪里可以找到玩具抽屉，于是跪在床边，打开它。
“哪一个？”她问道。
埃莉诺指出粉红色（违规用词，请立即整改，否则封号处理）广泛轮圈。
它基本上是一个假（违规用词，请立即整改，否则封号处理），但边缘阻止了它比预期的滑落得更深，并允许她长时间佩戴它。
切尔西取下抽屉递给埃莉诺。
在接受之前，她取出一瓶润滑油，塞进口袋。
然后她拿起假（违规用词，请立即整改，否则封号处理），把它放在她的左钩子里。
切尔西尴尬地对她微笑，期待着什么。
“你需要任何帮助吗……或者别的什么，也许？”女仆终于脱口而出。
所以她想要（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）。
也许吧。
埃莉诺有点庇护，有时真的不好读书人。
但这似乎相当明显。
埃莉诺鼓励性行为女佣来释放敦促，但有时似乎切尔西眼中只有她。
她仍然（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）其他女佣，但她好像更喜爱带埃莉诺。
她不知道如何感受或处理它。
现在她试图转移注意力。
似乎有点残忍，但埃莉诺有别的安排。
不过，她打算把切尔西记在心里，因为当下一个骨头在课业时打扰她的时候。
然后她考虑如何把玩具放进她的体内。
“你能帮我拿这个玩具吗？我只需要有人待命，以防我摔倒或什么的。”
切尔西点了点头。
他们俩都离开了她的房间，回到了客厅。
埃莉诺站在瓶子假（违规用词，请立即整改，否则封号处理）桌上有盒纸巾从咖啡桌，拿在左钩和拔出几个组织。
她把两者都放在玩具和润滑油旁边。
然后她打开裤子，慢慢把裤子推到膝盖以上，然后是她的内裤。
她站在桌子和墙之间，将手臂向内旋转到尽可能远的地方，以直角锁定肘部。
她伸开双腿，尽可能地弯腰，没有失去平衡。
当她把胳膊从它们身边移开时，她的球叮当作响，感觉到里面有塞子。
在她仍然完好无损的脸颊的感觉引导下，她走近它，打开她的钩子，把它的边缘合上。
她拉了。
粉色的小塞子自由地伸出来，部分是在她的凯格尔练习的帮助下，她把它掉在了组织上。
现在大个子来了。
她打开瓶子，在硅胶（违规用词，请立即整改，否则封号处理）上喷了大量润滑油。
然后她抓住它的边缘，再次旋转她的手臂，但是由于新玩具明显更长，她松开了肘部。
她过了一会儿，直到感觉到玩具的顶端压在她的入口。
她放松下来，发出了长长的呻吟，把硅胶鸡巴滑进她的身体，把她塞到边缘，推着她的前列腺。
她的假球夹在她的假肢上。
埃莉诺转身看到切尔西仍然看她。
女仆走近，直到她站在她旁边。
切尔西笑诱人，埃莉诺觉得女仆的手指轻轻地抚摩她假蛋蛋。
“还有什么我可以帮你的吗，女主人？”女仆用闷热的语气问道。
埃莉诺几乎说是的。
切尔西想要这个。
她真的做到了。
但埃莉诺已经打定主意。
她把钩子挂在女仆的肩膀上。
“对不起，但现在不行。我先有一些事情要做，但是当我完成学业后，我们可以随心所欲地（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容），好吗？”
切尔西点了点头。
埃莉诺俯身吻，女仆纵容她。
然后她转过身来。
埃莉诺看着切尔西的对接作为女仆离开房间。
很遗憾她没有被截肢者。
四方将不得不问她是否想改变这一点。
也许在她完成之后。
她的裤子和内裤还挂在两腿之间，坐在办公椅上。
坐下比起床容易得多，她让自己向后靠，弯曲膝盖，保持上半身和腿的残肢保持笔直，她的跌倒被椅子的厚厚的垫子支撑住了下来。
然后她慢慢放松，让她的身体滑入坐姿。
当她坐下时，她的嘴唇上滑落着呻吟。
她裸对接和球现在坐在座椅，埃莉诺抓住几个组织，放入下面自己抓任何液体。
就像之前，当她的钩子碰到她的钛球时，它发出了一个低沉的叮当声。
在过去的几周里，她已经厌倦了他们。
他们很有趣，但她渴望改变。
这种金属带来了一种有趣的美感和感觉，但它的尺寸有限，她不得不满足于一个明显比她原来的小的套装。
讽刺的是，对于一个对做女人非常满意的人来说，讽刺的是，她天赋异禀。
她很快就会得到一套新的，因为现在她有了一些更愉快的东西来占据她的脑海。
但是在一些背景下手淫总是更好。
最好是一些色情制品。
她把钩子挂在鼠标上，这是一个3D打印的设计，适合她的假肢，并打开了一个名为 “家庭作业2: 电动Boogaloo” 的文件夹。
它包含一些非常性感的视频。
女同性恋截肢者色情。
但不仅仅是任何女同性恋截肢者色情。
女同性恋截肢者色情她和玛莎。
性爱录像带。
她根据拍摄时的截肢对它们进行了分类。
她从第一盘性爱录像带开始，这是她录制的第一盘。
这是一段长达三小时的记录，记录了她和玛莎在他们的新树桩。
玛莎穿着假肢，埃莉诺没有。
她滚动到她最喜欢的部分，当女仆用钩子摸她的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）时，她被绊倒了玛莎。
有时埃莉诺希望她保持那个树桩。
她感到一点点预感逃脱了她的路线，弄湿了下面的组织。
她的鸡巴现在像石头一样坚硬，她的 机翻的，没重新排版 那是一个周四的深夜。
埃莉诺坐在电脑前做作业。
一个简单的工程报告。
她感到裤子上有轻微的刺痛，她的身体正在反抗束缚，一种越来越强烈的需求。
她可以让它消失。
控制她的勃起是她很久以前学会的一项技能，而且她经常使用。
她平时在功课做得不好的时候都会这样做，但今晚她不想这样了。
埃莉诺需要释放。
然而如何实现呢?
杰克明天过来，玛莎和海莉在约会。
她也可以选择其他女佣，但埃莉诺不喜欢。
现在该怎么办。
她可以等女孩们约会回来，或者等杰克明天好好上她。
这两种选择当然都是令人愉快的，但她得等一等。
当然还有第三种选择。
她以前经常用这个，但最近已经不受欢迎了。
她本来要打飞机的。
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