Again, Lance didn't understand her words but understood exactly what she said. “You were very lucky. Your injuries were quite horrific.”“How b...d?”“Your spine was severed. Nine broken ribs. Broken clavicle. Broken left arm. Punctured lung. Lacerated liver. Skull fracture and a very bad brain injury. At least half of your brain was affected.”The woman disconnected him from the machine. Lance felt fine. She had mentioned a severed spineand brain injury but he felt fine. He looked down. He steps around me and presses up against me as he lifts the gag over my head and fastens it in place. I can feel his cock dribbling the last vestiges of cum against my ass cheeks and between that and the fact that he is totally dominating me I let out a little moan. He smacks my as roughly. "Quiet bitch! I haven't even started yet but you are going to have something real to moan about shortly." He places the blindfold around my head and I can see nothing except a dim little slit of light at. The restaurant was dimly lit and the hostess pleasant as she showed us to ourseats. For an instant I found myself looking at how she was dressed, how theoutfit set off her stocky torso and wondered how she got her make-up to lookso good. Then we were sitting, ordering and eating. No one paid any moreattention to me than any other customer, except for Mike. He would touch myhand, or teasingly stork my leg with his foot. As the meal went on, he didmost of the talking, which was a relief for me. Her cum filled me. Her yummy futa-seed. I gasped and moaned, singing out my ecstasy with her.“Ooh, that looked hot,” a mature voice purred.“It was, Mom,” I groaned, our mother sauntered in wearing a tight sweater that cupped her large tits and a swirling skirt over dark tights. She held a green envelope in her hand. My eyes widened.Keily's phone buzzed with a text message.My sister's futa-cock pulled out of me as she lunged for her phone on the nightstand. Her futa-seed ran out of me as I sat.