I sadly put the dildo away and went to put on some clothes, it was 3:35 so I had to get ready to head over there. I passed my tall standing mirror and...admire my naked self. I was short, only about five foot with straight shoulder length deep red hair kept in a pony tail, green eyes, 36c tits and an ass that would knock a man out. I had always been athletic, so everything was tight and firm, no flab. I grabbed a suitcase and threw some clothes in it and other necessities, and of course my. His hand felt as though he had been keeping it in an oven, it was so warm and big. His office was small with video screens all around the top of the room, there must have been eight of them at least. I sat down on the only chair in front of his desk and he sat on the corner of his desk, very casually. He was such a large man that he looked out of place in the small office, and I began to feel very small in front of him. It didn’t help that I had on such a long V-neck t-shirt and had not. Pulling my hair so that my head turned on its side as reached my neck. He bit my neck again, and rammed his whole cock in my pussy, ripping it a little. My body jerked and I cried out in pleasure and pain. He growled in my ear, "Is this what you wanted?" He thrusted hard, "My big, thick cock in your," another hard thrust, "tight, dripping wet pussy?" He started fucking me faster, his hand still pulling my hair, the other hand digging into my hip. Getting more leverage, he was going even harder.. Matt, Sheila, and Jim went there, and found a much less crowded area, but still a room full of emotion and angst.A young nurse's aide served as receptionist there. Jim identified himself. She held up a finger. Moments later an Indian doctor appeared; "Come with me for a moment," he said in his sing-song Indian accent. "I am Dr. Rama Dhanukonda – Dr. Rama for short. I operated on your sister along with a large surgical team to piece her back together."He spoke as they walked, "Miss Tracy Wilson.