I'm glad you've come to sort out my alarm system, but I really hope you won't spot what's wrong with me. Reclining on my sofa in high heels, stockings, garter belt and short skirt, I don't look paraplegic, do I? But I carefully shift my legs around when you're not looking; I don't want you to spot that they can't move on their own, so I pick them up and cross and uncross them regularly, hoping to come across as uninjured. But it's hard to keep up the pretence, and to keep finding excuses not to get up, and when you finally catch me obviously using my arms to move my leg, the game's up. I confess that I'm paraplegic, and to my surprise, you're fascinated and flattering. You've long been a member of a porn site belonging to another lady who can't move her legs, but you've never met her. And now, here you are with me! Forgetting my worries, now that I know you're an appreciative audience, I start demonstrating how I cope with normal life, and how I, for example, get undressed. With you clear interest and appreciation, I find myself taking off *all* my clothes, and explaining how, though I mostly don't have any feeling in my lower body, there are exceptions. My feet, for example. I can feel gentle stroking on the soles of my feet, like this. And I can suck my own toes, like this. Which gives me a great deal of pleasure, as you can see! And then there's my pussy. Somehow, after the accident, I developed extra sensitivity down there, and my orgasms; wow, my orgasms are stupendous! I wonder if you'd like to see? Or maybe even give me an orgasm yourself? You could certainly begin by playing with my feet; I'd like that and I can tell that you would too!