"And you know everyone will soon know it is not your baby. So do you really want to entertain this fantasy of me being loved by a black man?" She said...going to the dresser draw. She took out a huge, realistic black dildo. "Or we can have the fantasy." She said taking the dildo she kissed the head and took it into her mouth letting me watch. "Look how big it is, do you like watching me suck on a big black cock?" she said sucking on it some more, her lips wrapped tight around that big black pole.. Both her arms were cut off at her shoulders. Her lips and her labia were sewn shut. She did not look deformed, though, the amputations and the sewing had been done carefully, with attention to her delicate beauty. She reclined, almost comfortably it seemed, utterly immobile, with one leg sideways to allow the viewer’s gaze to travel between her thighs, on a small rug-covered recamier. What I remember most about her are her eyes. Huge, dark, wide open, unblinking, they looked at me, her huge. "We got some sunburn, did some sailing, and got a chance to rest up a bit. Honeymoon stuff, you two know what that's like if anyone does." Well, yeah," Jon smirked without further comment. It had proved impossible to keep the full secret of just how active his and Tanisha's sex lives were, so they had a reputation for it being pretty active. "So how was the church tour?" Oh, it was all right," Crystal shrugged lackadaisically, which more or less told Jon it had been a little less than that.. They had finger bowls on the armrests for me to soak themin. As Olga did something I kind of moved a bit knocking a bowl over. Iapologized profusely but Olga was annoyed and told Portia to secure me.After wiping what I spilled she pulled a strap across my chest above myfalse breasts and tugged it tight, as Myra did the same with one belowthem. "These straps are here to help some customers with medical issuesto enjoy a pedicure with out issues. But for you, they will bind yousecurely," Olga.