“I’m glad that so many people have stopped by to be with my friends. Every year thousands of people of all ages die needlessly waiting for organ t...ansplants. I also need a transplant because my liver is failing and I need a new one or I will soon die. I have a rare blood type, AB negative, which makes finding a match even more difficult.”“I have discovered that one of Brad’s friends, Britney, knows the sadness of running out of time because her younger brother died awaiting a lung transplant.. Then my colleague called me for the team meeting. I completed the office and reached home. I was watching television. I didn’t realize about Arvind’s message. It’s close to 11:00 pm and ready for sleep. I lay down on the bed and saw his message.Me: Hi.Immediately I got a response from him.A: What are you doing?Me: Feeling sleepy.A: Are you nude?Me: Why?A: Just asking, I think your hubby won’t allow you to wear the dress at night.Me: Haha, I am not that lucky.A: Don’t say that.Me: My hubby has. My body was on fire as I strained against my bonds. Strangely, I could feel my penis grow very hard. The sheath began to rub it and the cock ring seemed to massage my balls. The assault was so intense that I shuddered to an orgasm. That was the last thing I remembered. I woke up lying on top of my bed. I looked at the clock and it showed 4 AM. It seemed like I must have dreamt the whole thing. Was that possible? I was still wearing the dress, boots, hood and collar, but my hands were not. She grabbed me by the hair lifting my head up. “Open your mouth you slutty bitch!”, she said. I did as I was told. She unclipped the ball gag strap from behind my head, pushing the ball under my chin. She made sure the nipple weights and the ball weights hung freely on each side of the horse. She positioned herself in front of me, spreading her legs, her tight ass up against my face. She bent over resting her arms on a hay bale. “Rim me bitch! Fuck my ass with your tongue till I tell you to.