Nothing to catch a creampie as it oozes down my thighs. I can see the surgery in my mind's eye. I see myself naked on the examination table with my le...s up and my feet in the stirrups. I am fully awake and aware of every part of the procedure. There is a woman surgeon in a lab coat sitting between my legs. With a steady hand she is using multiple forceps to pull my hood back maximizing my clit exposure. Then a very sharp surgical instrument is being used to cut away my hood and labia before. I would love to see where he was looking. I imagine he was watching his cock disappear and reappear from my ass. I had been riding my man for about 6 minutes when I could feel him to start to thrust his hips up. I was riding at a good pace. My bum cheeks started to slap Dave's thighs! I love the sound of a good thigh slap so started to emphasise the motion when pushing down. This suppressed Dave from thrusting up at me. It was now just me pushing down harder which intensified the feeling of. ?Damn man, give the girl some pleasure before shooting off inside her.? the old man joked as he shoved her head down into the toilet bowl, the cold water splashed on her forehead and she nearly threw up. He held her head there as her wrists and elbows were freed, then tied again, this time wrapped around the toilet, under the metal pipes. Each wrist was bound to the opposite elbow, one with the belt and the other with her shirt, causing the back of her head to push up against the inside of. After mom passed away he started giving me bath regularly and on week ends he massaged me with oil before bath that was the thing practiced my mom, it was one day in the evening when he came home from work at 7:00 p.m, he told me that I am looking very shabby and needs to take an oil bath, he told me to go to the bathroom and remove my clothes, I guess I should be thirteen at that time, brothers were out for tuition classes, they will be back only at 8:30, I felt a dislike for an oil bath.