..Stephanie fumbles to turn off the alarm and stumbles out of bed, failing to notice one of her nipples falling out of her skimpy worn nightie as she ...oes so. She walks through her house to the bathroom, where she washes her face. She glances in the mirror at her 23-year-old self: her big wide eyes, her prominent large nose, her soft puffy lips, her long wavy blonde hair. Her big round breasts stand out like headlights on her nubile curvy body as her nightie slowly slips further down. The fat woman sewed my vagina like an expert. I was in pain, but it wasn't excruciating. What was frightening was the horrible humiliation of being sealed, of being shut down without being asked for my opinion. It was her desire, I was her toy, her doll, her miserable fucksow. Stitch after stitch I felt like the needle went in and out of one side of one of my lips, ran the thread to the other lip to go back in and then out, stitch after stitch like a seamstress, until the fat woman finished. I. There was a quick convoy trip to the hospital with police escort. Then there was a quick trip to x-ray. While I and all the guards who would fit were waiting on the results, I watched my exit from the Presidential Palace on the lobby TV in Portuguese.No broken ribs, just bruised and one partial crack. A surgeon came in and looked at the two puncture wounds. He stitched them up and then covered them with a large Band-Aid. He gave me a tube of ointment then sent me on my way.Thirty minutes later. She doesn’t have to sneak around. She’s knows I’m ok with her getting what makes her happy as long as we talk about it and I know she’s safe.Mandy also enjoys porn almost as much as I do. So early in our relationship we bought several DVDs online and watched them together. Almost all of them about threesomes. Not two girls and a man. Most involved one woman and two men. Inevitably one of these DVDs had an interracial scene. That’s what brought up the subject.I’ve had fantasies of interracial.