His mastery of cruelty was a talent that could only be admired.The world around me began to fade again and I knew it had begun.I suppose it would mean...my throbbing pelvic pain from my traumatiseduterus might go away, but I suspected my vagina may be just as sore asit was right now.Although perhaps for different reasons."Oh Alexandra." I heard Mr Black's voice through what was now ashapeless coloured haze. "I really am looking forward to this nextpart!"Then there was a moment of absolute. So, the next logical step was to put an add on Craigslists. My add had all my favorite title: “Power Bottom into Groups, Dildos, 420 and Poppers- BAREBACK ONLY”. You can imagine what I posted in the body of the message. Things like: I love eating cum out of an ass, cum in my manhole and use me as much as you like, I will leave the door open and find me naked with ass up, etc, etc…The responses were slow that day, However, I still received a few responses. One of them from a guy that wanted to. Lunch was a nervous blur to her; she'd had no idea what she was eating in the cafeteria. Finally, the time had come, and he'd given her an encouraging smile.Together, they went down the hall, and into a wallboard-and-panel conference room, on the outside, western, arc of the building. Vertical blinds hung in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the furniture was reminiscent of Scandinavian design, all maple plywood and soft curves with brushed steel legs. The dark blue of the carpet muffled. And her bellybutton was itching like crazy!She stood next to the deck chair and looked down at he itching belly ... and paused (thankfully - just the thought of walking all the way to the patio door twenty feet away was exhausting), frowning slightly in confusion. She’d always been an “innie”, but there was now a little nubbin sticking up where her bellybutton normally was. That was what was itching. Even weirder, there seemed to be a little flap of skin on the top of it.With a puzzled.