..please…”No answer. That wasn’t how this worked. She was there for his use, his enjoyment, and she knew it just as well as he did.And then......h fuck. He picked up the syringes, all three, the tubing tugging slightly at her most delicate places, excruciating pain rippling through her quaking body, and then…The feeling of the cold sterile saline being pushed into her, those most carefully cared for of places being pumped full of saline, the pain...his sighs echoed in the room as he watched. Thirty-five.Thirty six.There aren’t any more.My breasts feel like pain pancakes. My cunt had a good run for awhile, but now it just feels impaled or ignored. My legs are too tired to hover in the middle where it feels good. I can stand up all I like, but I can’t sit at all.Exhausted, I decide I don’t care if it’s been an hour or not, I’m done. The release switch is just barely in reach of my fingers when I stand all the way up.I flip that switch, and sigh in relief as I feel the seat rise. That night Maria was in fantastic form, it was almost impossible to satisfy her.I fucked her three times and Pavel fuck her four or five times, every time one of us had finished fucking her she told the other one to fuck her.Not only that but she couldn’t be satisfied no matter how many orgasms we gave her, I lost count of how many I gave her, mainly by licking her into an orgasm, Pavel licked her and used his finger on her.We also used her dildos and vibrators on her, after we were too tired. "Thanks, though." I added."Ok."I finished my business in the bathroom, spent a few minutes cleaning up and brushing my teeth, then got dressed and went downstairs, praying that someone had the foresight to set out a bottle of aspirin and brew a pot of coffee. Jen was sitting at the kitchen table, dressed for once. Collette was sitting at her desk in the living room talking on the phone and staring at her laptop computer screen. I was pleasantly surprised to see a nearly-full pot of coffee on.