Her lips and her labia were sewn shut. She did not look deformed, though, the amputations and the sewing had been done carefully, with attention to he... delicate beauty. She reclined, almost comfortably it seemed, utterly immobile, with one leg sideways to allow the viewer’s gaze to travel between her thighs, on a small rug-covered recamier. What I remember most about her are her eyes. Huge, dark, wide open, unblinking, they looked at me, her huge dark eyes looked into mine, and I looked back at. ”'Naturally I wasn't going to turn him down, but it seemed a little, shall we say, peculiar. I was already reasonably experienced in lesbian sex, but not with anyone quite as young as Holly. As I say, it was early on in the days of the agency and I hadn't come across the range of sexual desire I now know exists out there. So we agreed a time and date. The only thing he specified was that I should wear a very formal skirt and jacket, “like a headmistress”, so that I could properly give this. (That’s right, Mitch, they bounce up and down when girls jog, keep working your way up… that’s a good boy.)Finally, Mitch made eye contact. To his surprise, the girl smiled and waved. He instinctively waved back. At the same moment, another surprise jolted through him. He realized with a start that he knew this person. In fact, at one point in his life, he had known her quite well. He searched frantically for her name… Tori. By the time he had dredged this name from his memory, she was halfway. Hoping he was going to go along, I stood up and said, “I gotta hit the restroom before you leave.”“Me too,” he said. Like always, I thought that meant he was willing, but had this irrational fear that he wasn’t, that he was going to rat me out, shout for everyone to hear about what a cucksucking fag I was.He followed me to the bathroom.Once inside, we both stepped up to the urinals and he took out his semi-erect cock and began pissing, I looked down at his cock as my mouth watered I just stood.