If I fight, it will hurt like hell. Or I could just let him get it over with. He’d only last a second or two anyway. I try to console myself with th... fact that this isn't the first time and probably not the last. No sense in fighting. Just a reality.I feel the warmth of his dick slide against my ass, and I do puke then. It’s only bile though as I haven’t eaten in days. I try to turn and spit it in his face. But he keeps my face against head against the wall and the vomit lands against the. She rubbed her clit against the ridges of the throne while it filled her with deeper and thicker strokes of its daemonic tongue. It seemed to swell to meet her needs, in all the right places. More and more she felt like she couldn’t tell where she ended and it began.She felt exhilarated, and in her ecstasy bit down upon the bauble in her mouth. As always, a wave of magical force flew through her, but this time she knew what to do.Touch me. She thought. My nipples. Touch me. The throne was. My crotch was empty. Two small weights adorned my chest. Thenurse helped me stand up, but I couldn't get my bearings and she helpedme sit back down on the operating table before I could fall to thefloor.I knew I was now a woman. I knew I was pregnant. In the back of mymind, I knew I was going to get married. I would become just anotherhousewife in Stepford. But now, hearing it out loud, made it all themore real. Overcome with emotion, I started to cry. I guess that wasone freedom I had. Gently he pulled her knickers down around her ankles. “Sit down on the edge, babe. I want to taste you.” As she sat down he lifted each foot to free her knickers from her ankles, then turning his attention back to Amy, he spread her legs open wide and leaning in between them he started to lick her pussy lips. She moaned at the feeling of his mouth on her body. As his hands pressed against her inner thighs holding her legs wide open his tongue probed gently over her pussy, flicking in.