Now facing me, her supple C cup tits cascaded into her face. She begged, something she hadn't done in four years. In return I continued my work. Her t...ts, her tight stomach and even between her spread legs all felt my frustration through the cat of nine tales. By the time she stopped making choking noises my dick was swollen purple. Unfortunately the lashing had been a workout and I could barely lift my arm to masturbate. Instead I motioned to The Post, my beautifully scarred whipping. I knew we'd reconnect as soon as he reached his destination.I did the best thing I could think of and sped off to his operating room. Being just slightly more experienced than him, I was there first. I even had to wait a bit for him. I was thinking speed, so I misted more quickly than Kim.He returned to hover over the operating table in the same position I'd initially found him. He formed the thought, "Thank God, I'm not dead," upon seeing the surgery team hard at work. They were working with. Surely the significancecouldn't escape her? Besides, I hoped to be home long before thatenvelope arrived. With my task completed, my mood brightenedconsiderably. I found myself purchasing the cutest red lipstick. It wason sale! I used the tiny mirror in the store to apply a coat to my lips.I smiled at my reflection; I was done pretending for Dad. The clerk's gushing that the color looked perfect on me only made mysmile widen. For the first time since I'd arrived, I became aware of. She sent us each a wallet-size snapshot of Nolan, wearing a baseball uniform and looking somewhat older than he now appeared.In the picture, the kid had a lot of shaggy, dark hair with reddish tints to it. If he hadn't written "Nolan Ryan" across the "Orioles" logo on his chest, I'd have never recognized him. That's what he'd written -- "Nolan Ryan" -- he'd left off the "O'Conner."The picture made me feel bad, a little. It had to have been taken a long time ago. Six, seven months, anyhow. But.