Plenty of time left for fun and games. The plan was to have an early dinner, see a show or two, late night drinks and then spend time together in the ...uite. I got up first, took another shower, got dressed in my usual Vegas outfit of dark slacks, white Egyptian cotton shirt and silk/cashmere jacket with black cap-toe lace-ups. I left a note for Gretchen to meet me in the restaurant bar and went down for a glass of wine and to return some emails while waiting for her.Now Gretchen usually. I awoke to find her kneeling over me, applying a wet cloth to my wounds. The moonlight shimmered through her blonde hair, creating a halo effect around her face. Her eyes had a liquid sheen to them. “You are my ghost….you are Caliban.” she whispered, when she noticed that I was conscious. It was not a question, but an affirmation. “Your servant, Milady”, I croaked, attempting to lighten the concern creasing her brow with a crooked smile. I must have looked fearsome, and she recoiled at the. Somehow, even in our 40s, we had found a young teen who agreed to fuck us. She wasn’t even saying stop, she was just saying go slower.A devilish grin then appeared on all of our faces. There was no way we were going to let up now.I then knelt in front of Nikita to talk to her face to face.“We aren’t notorious for nothing, baby,” I said. “Now, get back on your knees or else Vinay here might stick his cock in that ass you’re presenting early.”Nikita looked up at me and I was immediately struck. The body next to her was that of a 33-year-old transgendered woman, who had a very nice, feminine build with full breasts and curvy hips, yet who still possessed a penis. The girl’s penis was limp and flaccid, lying to the side against the shaven flesh of her pubic region. Her chest and abdominal cavity were completely opened up, her well-tanned arioli pressing firmly against the cold steel of the slab. Her ribcage had been sawed away, leaving a mostly empty cavity now. On trays attached to the.