The fingers of Daddy's left hand were spreading Cindy's pussy-lips, his right hand was clutching Cindy's left breast, making the nipple strain upward ...oward the ceiling. It was the most erotic picture Cindy had ever seen in her life."I'll make you a copy, if you want. Now, open the box, Cindy," Stepmother instructed. Cindy tried to calm herself. Hesitantly, she did so."Alright," the woman continued, "do you see how the thing is 'parked' by sliding the rod in the little gap up at the top?" Cindy. Next I feel my ass cheeks being shaved.“How can we expect to get it out, if we can’t get in there?” You spoke non particular.“I don’t know mistress.”“Now you’re learning!” You praised. “Now while we’re at it, lets get you nice and pretty, eh babygirl?”“Yes, mistress.”You then shaved all the way around my ass, my crack, down my legs, up my legs and around my junk. When you got around my junk, I started to get hard and you took notice.“Hmm, looks like someone likes being a babygirl?”“Yes,. Her mouth was on me and she started to suck my cock. Before long, I was hard as a rock and had her tits out and was playing with them. She was getting excited as I was and she sucked harder and faster. Her nipples got huge and full and before long I shot my cum in her and she took every drop. "It's time to go" she said and I said "go hell I just came". We both laughed and we went on our way.After the pre-op stuff I was laying on a gurney and Betty was at my side. The nurse was checking my. He asked me lie on his bed. I slowly did as told. You cannot wear your saree, the painter pointed out. If the colours touch my saree it will be unusable.Shweta came to me and told me she will hold my saree for me. I closed my eyes in a silent prayer and removed my pallu off my shoulder. The painter’s eyes glowed. I removed the tuck and within seconds I was in my blouse and petticoat. The painter came near me and made my lie on the bed. He brought a cold liquid and rubbed it on my navel with.