Mike helped Carl move the extensive amount of equipment into Jessica's room, which took a couple of hours because things had to be rearrranged so that it looked organized, neat, Jessica had access to it without needing to get back into her wheelchair and she could get both in and out of the room and to her closet without anything obstructing them. The guitar cases would have to stay out in the garage because they took up too much room. What she actually needed now was a separate music room, but that definitely wasn't in the cards. Jessica knew that she was lucky to be a physically challenged person with a good support system and wasn't going to whine that daddy should spend more money on her.

Mike told her that all the new guitars had been given set ups and she needs to consider having her other two six strings done as well to make them easier to play. Jessica asked Mike if he suggested the set ups to his dad and he responded in the affirmative. "Both him and I wanted to make it perfect for you," he said.

They spent the next few hours before dinner playing "pass the guitar" and having a good old time. "This is like playing in a guitar shop where you actually like the person running it," Mike joked. Jessica also tweaked her new Mesa Dual Recto, which many believe is the best guitar amp out there, while trying to keep the volume low enough so that it's uber ballsy bottom end didn't offend the neighbors. Mike explained how to use the power conditioners and how they would save some electrical stress on her equipment. Jessica had to pinch herself because she just couldn't believe that she was experiencing this kind of luck in her life.

Once they tired of pass the guitar, at least for now, they sat in her bed with Mike holding her and occasionally feeling her up while they kissed or just talked.

Dinner came at 3 p.m. and after Mike spent an hour leisurely dining with the Hamadas, it was time for him to go home. "Hold on Mike," Jennifer Hamada buttonholed him. "I talked it over with my husband and if you would like Jessica to sleep over at your house tonight you have our blessing." "Really?" Mike exclaimed. "Yeah. Look, we have to be realistic. We know you guys want to do it and you've earned it with your actions so far. It's not like you guys are 12. The only thing I ask is to not drop her going up and down the stairs." "Man, can this day rock any more or what?" Mike thought out loud. "But you better call your mother and let her know that Jessica is coming to give her a chance to refuse it and avoid any awkwardness." "Yeah, let me phone her and see what she says," Mike responded.

Mike's mom was fine with the Jessica being there part, but not so good with the Jessica and Mike in the same bed proposition, especially since they had a 13 year old son in the house, too. Also, Jessica already ate, which would make it kinda weird for her to just be there and not taking part in the meal even though she was a guest. So she told Mike to bring Jessica over after his family ate and she would think about allowing them to sleep together in the music/game room.

Stephanie Alyea knew that Jessica was on the pill, so they were in the clear there. And it was Christmas. She was really torn. Jessica was such a nice little girl. Jessica had mixed feelings because the Alyea house wasn't set up for wheelchair users and she hated the thought of being an imposition. She very much wanted to be with Mike, though. It was so comforting when he was there. Finally, Mrs. Alyea and her husband reached the conclusion that if the Hamadas had allowed their son to sleep over with their daughter at their place then it would probably be better form to reciprocate by allowing Jessica to come over and bed down with Mike. So they ultimately signed off on the idea. Mike's reaction? "Best. Christmas. Ever." "Only. Time. You. Get. to. Do. This. Ever," Stephanie Alyea countered. "At least until you get a wedding band on your lefthand."

When the Alyeas had concluded their Christmas dinner, Mike went and picked up Jessica, who brought her pajamas and other necessities with her. Jessica was actually grateful that the Alyeas had already had their Christmas before she became a factor in the house. Mike carried her up the stairs about 6:30 p.m. and they messed around in his room until midnight. They watched bondage videos on You Tube, with Mike trying out some of the ties he saw on Jessica. He also re-inked the "property of Mike Alyea" claim on her mound with a Sharpie. Mike's parents were tired anyway and just wanted to take the path of least resistance, so when Mike closed his door after taking Jessica into his room, they just said, "fuck it, don't have the energy to fight it and she's on the pill anyway.."

Jessica asked Mike to go upstairs to bed with her since she was running out of gas. She was going to put her pajamas on, but Mike told her, "fucktoy will sleep naked tonight." All she could say was 'Yes Master." They kept the light on because Mike wanted to stare at Jessica's nude body. while they kissed and when he ate her pussy.

The problem, though, was that Mike carelessly left the door to the room ajar and his younger brother was watching them. His cock got stone hard at the sight of Jessica's tits set off by her silky black hair and he listened to Jessica's soft moans as Mike's tongue worked her clit and his fingers fluttered inside of her. Ten minutes later, Jessica began to cum hard and Mike's brother now had his cock in his hands. "This is a lot better than porn on the net," he thought to himself. Mike pulled her to the edge of the side of the bed opposite Mike's younger brother's viewpoint, giving him a panoramic perspective of Mike plowing the shit out of the diminuitive Asian's cunt. Fortunately, they weren't saying that much other than just doing a lot of moaning and groaning. Mike forgot to bring his bag of tricks with him. Little bro saw Jessica's fingers digging into the bed sheets as Mike reamed her wet, hairless pussy. and sent her to heaven The scent of sex was in the air, too, and the little brother picked up on that, as his hand moved faster and faster over his own dick.

Mike's grunting was now becoming more audible and Jessica had her eyes shut tight while her boyfriend's cock invaded and retreated over and over, the bodily sounds of their lovemaking also increasing in volume thanks to the buildup of lube in Jessica's love channel. Little bro couldn't restrain himself any longer, stifling his breathing as he released his immature seed haphazardly on to the door, his hand and on to the rug below. He continued to watch, as Mike had repositioned Jessica on the bed so that her head was laying on a pillow near the headboard and they were in a scissors position, Mike holding on to one of her legs. Jessica was going to cum again,  her machine gun panting giving that fact away. as she felt Mike spearing her moist hole in a desperate attempt to unburden himself inside of her. Little bro was now hard again and he reached for his cock to try to rub the stiffness away. "Oh fuck Mike, oh God, I'm going to cum baby!" she agonized before the tidal power of her orgasm drowned her in her own passion. Little bro had never heard anything as musical as a woman in the throes of climax.

Mike rolled her over on her hands and knees and now little bro could see her butt in the air and Mike drilling the shit out her pussy from that vantage point, his pubic bone crashing against her ass with each unrelenting thrust. Little bro then saw the expression on big bro's face and subsequently heard a strangled grunt before he unleashed a hurricane of semen inside of his girlfriend, her taking every drop as naturally as you please, before they rolled over on their sides spent.

Little bro snuck off to go back downstairs and beat off with the images he had just recorded in his mind. "Fuck, I want a hot Asian chick like Mike's got," he said to himself quietly whilst on his back in his own bed, eventually plastering his bedsheets with what was left in his balls after the first jackoff session upstairs. Mike got up, turned the light off, held Jessica in his arms and closed his eyes while her pussy leaked his spunk on to what had been clean bedsheets.

Mike was feeling better about their relationship over the past few days. He was a bit frustrated by how the physical aspect of their love life slowed down after school started. Now he was getting a chance to get his sexual ya-yas out again. He got up and took Jessica home so she could use the handicapped accessible shower there. Back at the Alyea household, though, another package arrived for Mike. He grabbed it right off the doorstep after pulling into the driveway and tossed it in his car.

Jessica was bouncing between guitars, taking in the different sonic characteristics of their pickups, the way their necks felt in her lefthand, their body contours, etc. And each of them played like butter when it came to racing up and down the neck thanks to the setups they had received. Now she was going to no longer feel limited in what sounds she could get with the variety of instruments she had available to her. She played a few Iron Maiden songs on the Murray and Smith signature axes and then noodled around on the Jem, checking out tablature of Steve Vai tunes to see if she could perhaps pick up a lick or two. Her only lament was that in a few days, it would be back to the high school grindstone and too many of her new guitars would go long periods with nobody picking them up as a result, which seemed a waste to her.

Mike called Jessica a few hours later, telling her to learn Kansas' "Carry On Wayward Son" and two unsung old Scorpions gems "Speedy's Coming" and "We'll Burn the Sky." The first tune was an internet collaboration they were doing and the singer for it would mix the sound and handle the processing of the raw video footage. The other two tunes they would do with the band and then upload them. Mike would shoot Jessica's part on the first tune at her house. Mike also wanted her to dress in the outfit she was wearing at the Halloween dance gig for all three videos and make it her trademark. In addition, Mike would do all the solos on "Speedy's Coming" and Jessica would do them on "We'll Burn the Sky." Moreover, she would do the Kerry Livgren guitar part on the Kansas opus.

Jessica watched videos of Kansas to get a feel for how Livgren did his part in the tune and then played through tabs on the net to get a general feel for the licks and riffs. Then she used her ear training to put it all together and had it pretty much nailed by lunchtime the next day. She learned the progression and changes for "Speedy's Coming," a song that was also a favorite of Eddie Van Halen's back when his band was still slugging it out in the clubs on the Sunset Strip, in a few hours. "We'll Burn the Sky" was a little more complicated if only because the way the guitars were processed---what sounded like a fair amount of phasing and harmonizer on Uli Roth's lead breaks---made attaining the proper feel a little more laborious. Plus Uli was just a unique player to begin with.

The following day, she and Mike were upstairs in the music room of his house after Mike had humped her Marshal half stack from her house. Mike brought in some extra lamps for more light for the video camera, which was on a tripod in front of Mike's rig. Jessica was attired all in leather with the studded choker, sunglasses and police hat. Mike put her on a stool and plugged her Strat in. She wore Mike's IPOD with the tune on it because she couldn't have a backing track for this video. Mike started the camera and Jessica waited for the song to come on to the IPOD. She commenced playing while Mike watched intently. The leather clad beauty was soon leaning and posturing as she could while balanced on the stool and making some guitar faces, too as she ripped out her part, including a pair of solos at the end of the track.  "Sounded perfect to me, babe," he critiqued after she finished.

Mike then gave the box that had been delivered to him a few days ago to Jessica. "What's this?" she wondered. There were two plastic wrapped items in it. She took out the smaller one, which contained a pair of hard glassy balls. "What are these for?" she asked with a baffled expression on her face. "Those are benwa balls babe. You keep them in your pussy to help exercise the muscles there so you can give my cock more pleasure when we have sex. I want you to start using them for an hour a day to start and then gradually work your way into being able to have them inside you for longer periods. "Okay," she said a bit uncertainly.

She then looked at the second package and it appeared to be clothes. She unsealed the wrapper and pulled them out. It was a pink knee length skirt and vest combo. "These are cute," she began. "But Mike, you know I can't wear skirts. My legs..." Mike cut her off. "Fucktoy is ordered to wear this with a white blouse and those white thigh high stockings I gave you earlier," he sternly ordered. "Master takes pride in the appearance of his little Asian fucktoy and he wants fucktoy to do the same. We will go to the mall and buy fucktoy a pair of heels to match her new outfit. Then you will wear it the first day back to school."

"Why are you doing this, Master?" Jessica inquired. "Master is most displeased that fucktoy is ashamed of her handicap and won't display her legs in public. In order for fucktoy to serve me as fully as she can, she must be proud of who she is and live her life bravely. Does fucktoy understand?" Jessica kind of stared at him blankly for a minute with a million thoughts running through her head. He was right, she realized. It was also another sign of Mike's acceptance of her totality as a human being, one that he wanted to help her develop for herself. She began crying. He lifted her out of her wheelchair and sat her down on the sofa and held her. "So does fucktoy understand?" he repeated. "Yes Master. Thank you Master," she replied. "Fucktoy will continue crying until she feels like stopping. Do you understand, fucktoy? "Yes Master. Thank you Master" she gratefully rejoindered.

Once she was cried out, Mike said, "now fucktoy will listen carefully to Master's playing to ensure that he doesn't sound like shit on You Tube. Does fucktoy understand?" Jessica giggled and answered, "Yes Master." Not that Mike needed to worry when he recorded Richard Williams' part, marked by chirpy little bits where it sounds like he was using his pick and fingernail simultaneously on some of the notes, blazing through the song and, like Jessica, doing it in one take. Of course, before their one take. there were hours and hours of practice. "Fucktoy will now render her honest opinion of Master's playing," he said. "That was wonderful, Master. The other people we're collaborating with will be very pleased." "Cool!" he enthused.

"Okay babe, let's hit the mall!" he insisted. They arrived there and Jessica looked in the windows of the shoe stores to see if there was anything she liked. Heads turned at the leather bedecked Asian chick in the wheelchair. She eventually selected a pair of white slip on two inch heels that Mike judged as "classy enough for my fucktoy." complimenting her as choosing well. "Fucktoy will note that this outfit will not be the only one she will be told to wear that will show her legs." "Yes Master."

After dinner, the other band members joined Mike and Jessica in Mike's music room. Mike kicked into the song with a few waggles of his tremolo bar while he was backed by his bandmates' propulsive rhythm work and Travis belted out the vocal in front. It's a fairly basic, short song, so they got through it without incident.

Now they turned to "We'll Burn the Sky." Jessica opened it with a series of dreamy, melodic arpeggios as Travis put an impassioned vocal on top and then Mike added subtle little sonic touches behind her. The intro was now over and they ratcheted it up to a loud, surging midtempo beat while Jessica did an emotion packed fill in the run up to the next verse, where it went back to the slow arpeggio section before gearing up once more, Mike eliciting sustained but controlled feedback while Jessica slammed the strings hard to make the rhythm chunkier sounding. Then it slowed down and Jessica capped off another little lead break with a swooning note. After a brief respite, she was into the long ending solo, choosing to change the version of Uli's solo he did on Scorps Tokyo Tapes record a bit by adding some sweeps to it and then unloading a combination of harmonizer tinged fast runs and wide vibratos, topping it off with a series of tremolo picked trills before they ended it.

"I think that's gonna get it," Dennis remarked. "Yeah, I don't think we're going to do much better than that.  Great performance on the solos there Jessica," Mike praised. "Travis, your vocals just killed, dude." Mike then left the room, taking the camera with him so he could leave it next to his computer so he wouldn't forget to upload the footage. When he got back, they jammed and kibitzed for a couple of hours before calling it a night.

Mike saw everybody out and then returned to Jessica's side on the sofa. "Shit babe, you burned! Jessica giggled and said thanks and Mike laid a long slow kiss on her, his nose smelling both the leather of her clothes and the scent of her hair. She looked up at him, her lefthand holding his right cheek and her cute little smile making his heart jump. He looked into those smoky brown, narrow eyes of hers and wondered to himself how anyone could possibly be so beautiful. His eyes dropped to the white exposed skin between her neck and the top of her corset, which seemed to glow to him. His cock was trying to escape his pants as he took in this vision of Asian loveliness.

He pulled her as tight against him as he could and thought to himself that there would be a lot worse things than being frozen in this hug for eternity. Jessica's lefthand reached out and unzipped his pants and grasped his cock, extracting it out of its imprisonment. "May fucktoy suck Master's cock?" she pleaded. "God yes, fucktoy.," he moaned. She pulled his pants completely open and then lay on her stomach, resting her upper body on his leg as her tongue snaked its way up and down his stiffness. Mike shivered when said tongue darted against the tip of his penis before she continued to lick up and down his meat stick like it was an ice cream cone. She popped his cockhead between her soft lips and sucked like she was going to sip out the contents of his balls that way. Unnhhhhhh, oh fuck, oh fuck," Mike reacted. Her mouth slowly and almost tortuously glided down down down his bone until she ran out of space, her throat compressing his cockhead and eliciting another long moan out of him.

Jessica was doing this purely for Mike because it felt so good to please him. His control of her made her feel safe and she wanted to reward him for increasing her sense of security. Her head was now bobbing faster, the sensitivity of his dick growing with each trip her mouth made down to his balls. His breathing was markedly shorter, which inspired Jessica to really turn up the fury of her sucking. That was all she wrote for Mike, as his cock cannonaded long, hot strings of cum into her warm, moist yapper. She took care to keep her lips on the shaft so that the now way sensitive head wouldn't be overstimulated and cause Mike pain. When she determined that he had exhausted his ammo, she pulled off his cock, raised up into a kneeling position, opened her mouth wide, held his cum on her tongue for about five seconds, and then disposed of it in her stomach.

"Fuck, god, that was a beautiful sight," Mike thought to himself. An Asian goddess with my cum in her mouth. Fuck yeah!" He put his cock back in his pants and invited Jessica to cuddle with him. "Master is very happy with fucktoy right now," he let her know. "Your little Asian fucktoy is happy that Master is gratified with her," she smiled. They both laughed and sat there holding each other until it got past 11 and it became time to take Jessica home.

It was Wednesday now and there were only five days left before the end of Christmas vacation. The rain of the previous few days had ceased, but left in its place a blustery, windy and gloomy forecast. Mike took Jessica out for lunch to a nice but not expensive Japanese restaurant and they had a relaxing meal, Mike telling her that he thought that the past week was the happiest of their seven months together. In fact, Mike said, that it was the happiest period of his entire life because of all the time he was able to spend with her and the events of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Jessica responded that she was over the moon with how their relationship had shaped up as well as the bonanza she reaped on Christmas and Mike's hand in it while she fingered the diamond pendant that Mike had given her.

In her mind, Jessica looked back at the nearly expired year and how radically different the first five months were from the remainder. The emotional security and support Mike had lent her was making her feel as if she had finally acquired some kind of firm stake in life whereas before she was largely just going through the motions. What she had with Mike now seemed too good to be true, but she was going to ride that pony for all she was worth for now until it threw her off.