She was good about making sure I ‘had my fun’ in bed, but no way was I able to get her, in any way, ‘off’. I was patient with her, but she was...’t as patient with herself, and cursed and screamed at her ‘Goddamn stupid body!’ every day. I was beginning to think that she didn’t see much of a future in our relationship. And that was sad, because every day I grew more and more in love with her. Her music was complicated, marvelously mathematical and precise, but edgy and unpredictable at the same. Then I sewed in a small sleeve I made with the samematerial as the breast form to give Kayla traction when she "penetratedyou." That's why you felt the top of her penis and rubbed your "clit" toorgasm but your belly didn't feel filled. Not 100% vaginal replication,but a pretty good simulation, don't you think?" Kayla smiled shyly andnodded as Amelia continued, "There are two small stitches I'll have toremove, but say the word and in 30 minutes I'll have you back to whatused to be normal for. I dont know how many strokes there were intotal...I stopped counting after ten...they just merged into a constantbarrage of heat. He left me across the table sobbing for a while and thentold me to stand facing the corner with my hands on my head, snivellingquietly. I found this last part the most humiliating of all...whendressed I liked to think of myself as a demure, sophisticated woman...andnow I was reduced to this, totally, abjectly broken...and, try as Imight, despite the pain...despite. Unlike all the other checkers working on their lanes, she was wearing a top that was not your typical cotton knit shirt. It was thin and silky and almost too stylish for a grocery store.The light reflected off the fabric and my eyes had immediately noticed that she was not wearing a bra. Her pert little tits, although not seen through the fabric, were clearly visible with the fabric clinging to her delightful body and provided the careful observer with a true picture of her A cup tits with.