I cry all tied up with the ginger still burning. Fortunely he's not very good at tying me up, but it does take a good 30mins with theginger really bur...ing,itchy and hurting my polluted womb. I wiggle on the rough cement to a corner were I see a knife. I quickly cutmyself free and get the ginger root out of my cunt. I look down that my knees both are bleeding from wiggling across the rough cement. I find a water hose and stick it up my cunt and turn on the cold cooling water inside my womb. It's. ..delicate."Her body went stiff and her face burned with shame. "How...could you know?" I wasn't completely sure. Until now."She couldn't remember when the virginity she'd clung to so hard had begun to feel like a burdensome curse. She'd resisted with all her might becoming the promiscuous cliché her mother was, yet she'd had all manner of objects and toys inside her pussy. The fingers and tongue of that girl out west during her brief time muling heroin across the Mexican border. Anything and. She turned to see what I'd done and saw the discomfort I was in."Sven, what's up?" she said, her voice and her expression showing her concern."Oh, don't worry Maggie, it's an old war wound," I joked and then stiffened as pain knifed at my back again.I was sat sideways on her typist's chair, and she came over and moved behind me."Shhh - don't say anything..." and Maggie was holding my shoulder with one hand while running her other gently over my back. "Ahh - found it!" and she started rubbing a. As he thought back to the love making of the night before,he wondered if he would want to go back to his old life if given thechance. As he thought back to all the stuff they did together in bed,he felt himself getting wet all over again. He was unable to doanything about it.When he got into the store he walked over and stood before one of thechanging room mirrors. "I look like a living Barbie doll." Paul thoughtto himself as he stared at the size of his breasts, the narrowness of awaist that.