"What do you mean?" You were drunk last night, I'm not sure if you think of it as a mistake... so, now that you're clear-minded... are you still willi...g to do the same?"It took me a moment to decide, and her expression became sad again."I'm sorry... I'll just go..." she turned around to leave, but I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms.This time, I crashed my lips onto hers.Things heated up fairly quickly, and when I grabbed her butt, she wrapped her legs around my waist.I carried her to my. ‘She’s a figment,’ she answered. ‘Of your revenge?’ he pulled out mercilessly. She laughed, but there was little humour in it. ‘Revenge is both a creative and destructive act,’ she said finally. ‘So you don’t approve, well, I think I can live with that.’ She began moving around the room re-organising wires and cables and continued talking quickly around him. ‘I started out making designs for novelty underwear, you know, knickers and bras made from fig leaves, or from fresh flowers, fringed. But she was OK with me being around.I would always be talking to her, trying to make her feel at ease. So, when her treatment plan was decided, I was given complete responsibility for the case. Mrs.Beena had specifically asked for me.On going through the medical files, I realized her issue was that her pussy hole was just too small. The opening of her pussy had shrunk way too much, and it was very unusual for a married woman.Mrs.Beena was my 27th patient. And from the experience I had through. Once back in the lounge, Nate looked at Geoff and said, “Barry has agreed. But, you’d better not harm a fuckin’ hair on his head, do you understand?”“Sure. Here are your smokes, bro,” Geoff said with a disgusting smirk.“I can’t watch this. Call me when it’s over,” Nate responded, before leaving and lighting up one of his precious cigarettes as he departed.Geoff now arose and untied his jeans before pushing them and his underpants down to his ankles.As he sat back down he looked at me and said,.