’ He shook his head. Maybe before the insurgents’ raid, he could have been considered handsome. Not now. ‘Have you far to go?’ ‘A few miles....�� ‘Walking?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘But, it’s pouring!’ She’d heard him on the phone. Seen him slump and accept his sodden fate, had given a sympathetic smile. ‘I was in the Army, it’s not far.’ ‘But with your leg…’ she trailed off. ‘Legs.’ The prosthetics clunked when he tapped them with his hated stick. ‘They’ll be fine.’ They weren’t fine – the fit of one cup wasn’t. ??Who are you and what is going on? I was supposed to have a tonsillectomy today.??Well, Miss Briggs,? Sam explained patiently, ?it seems there was a little mix-up at the hospital. After your operation, they left you in the hallway for transport down to the recovery room. At the same time, Cindy Bragg, who died on the operating table in the next room, was left in the same hallway for disposal.??What happened,? said Cathy, ?where am I???It appears,? said Sam in his most solemn, funereal voice,. "Too much ... too much" she gasped.I eased back and sat back on my haunches between her thighs. I took my cock in hand and slid its head between her swampy wet lips - sliding it up an down between them for a few seconds before positioning it at the entrance to her tight canal entry.I quickly thrust forward sending a couple of inches into her tightness - catching her by surprise."Oh ... oh ... you feel so big" she gasped as I rocked back and forth into her tightness, sending more cock into her. See the board standing there by the wall? Turn it around."I hadn't noticed it before, but now I did. There was a wooden board, painted white, standing vertically, on wheels, by the wall. The board was a little taller than me. I wheeled it around. The other side had some smaller, padded boards sticking out at various places, and a bunch of shackles attached at various places."Okay, here's what I want you to do. First of all, you're going to put the gag on, making sure it's nice and tight and.