Five minutes - what could I get done until then? I probably would behaving the next contraction by then so I didn't really know how muchlonger I had. ...h well, the needle tips were next.I staggered over to the mirror and gazed at them. Small shards of metalwith larger plastic connectors on one end, there must have been aboutforty of them in each breast. There were already many trickles ofsmudged blood covering my breasts, my movements must have caused a lotof it.I had to try removing one. I took. It was almost eleven o’clock. ********** They didn’t order drinks from room service. They didn’t fumble with the controls for piped-in romantic music. Glenda brought a negligee, but left it in her suitcase. They didn’t embrace, and then romantically undress each other, either. Paul set down Glenda’s suitcase, and hung her garment bag in the closet. Maid service had turned down the bed. Glenda matter-of-factly marched to the head of king-sized bed and took the chocolates from the pillows and. The drinks were mostly wines, spirits and beer plus a large mixed fruit drink that she found very enjoyable, not knowing that it had a very substantial vodka ingredient added. "Your wife is getting a bit tipsy", the manager said. "It isn't many times that she can let her hair down", he replied. "She is so involved in her mythology and the people that follow it, that a good time is almost non-existing. I'll let her have a good time and if for the first time ever she gets drunk, well so be it".. Once I was naked he pushed me to my knees again then moved behind me. I knew what to do. I leaned forward onto my hand as well. I could sense when he knelt behind me. I knew that it was going to be painful. I could only hope that he would go slowly and allow me time to adjust to his monster cock. What I felt first was not his cock but his hand rub across my vulva. It felt wonderful to have his big hand massage my swollen lips."You are nice and wet Abby, that will help." Then I felt something.