Your face can be fixed and an appointment for the initial procedures to begin—there will be several—has already been made,” he said. “You’ll...be travelling to Germany in three weeks.”“My face? My face is going to be fixed?” I said. My response was almost a question. I’ been told that there was no way it could be fixed.“Yes, there’s this doctor in Germany. He’s apparently not just your average plastic surgeon. This guy’s an artist, and has very special techniques that he employs for operations of. One in each hand :-) They stood me up and I put my right leg on the bumper of my car and they bent me over at the waist. The Host got behind me, pulled my sweet cheeks apart and said, "Oh my....oh my my..." as he grabbed the large buttplug and began using it to work my ass. As he buried his face in my cheeks, his tongue flickering gently against my pink, hairless hole, I bent over and began sucking and stroking his sons' hard cocks...licking their sweet balls. After only a few. ”“I didn’t say…”“Relax, white boy. I ain’t finna hem you up or nuthin’.”“Oh okay,” his flushed face returned to its normal color.“Can I ask you a question,” Angel posited.“Of course.”“Why not just live your comfortable life in blissful ignorance.”“I couldn’t do that. I’ve always been empathetic.”“I see.”“Yeah. I’m a card carrying A.C.L.U. member ready to march for the cause of social justice.”“Bet.”“So where do you and your husband live?”“I’m single. You interested,” winked the sassy dude. She tries to adjust her feet just a little, but almost loses her balance and shrieks when the clamps give her nipples another sharp tug. You step back and pull up a chair, content for now to admire her impeccable form, and the way it sways ever so slightly as she strives to remain motionless. After several long, excruciating minutes, the woman has no choice, but to give in to the fatigue that she has been fighting off for so long. She must now use what little strength she has left to lower.