He’d never forget the first step he took with his bulky prosthetic limb. It was a day etched into his memory like some bad tattoo acquired during a...drunken night at Spring Break. Not because it was a ‘cool thing’ but rather it was because, he fell flat on his face immediately after taking his first step, just like some poor inebriated sot would do when he stood to walk away from the tattoo parlor. William felt like a fool lying there on the floor of the physical therapy room. And to make. Ed took a fat, pink nipple and began rolling it in his fingers. It was hard in no time. He attached a clamp to it. The clamp made his job easy because the jaws had holes in them. He smiled as he began to push a thick needle into her nipple."Ng ... Mmph ... Uh." Despite her best efforts, Katie was unable to keep completely silent. Each small sound translated into a low, buzzing shock to her aroused sex. By the time Ed had pushed a thick bar through the new hole in her nipple, Katie was close to. Silence fills the room as the video ends with two photos, front and back views of the girl frozen on the screen. Splayed into a wide "X" between two large trees, she stands perched on six-inch black heels with white panties lowered to reveal her shaved cunt and pale white buttocks. Her body positioned to be fucked, punished, enjoyed; a vessel for every man's darkest desires. A thick abrasive rope binds her tits and forces them upwards over a large branch. A five-gallon bucket brimming with. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” she panicked, looking wildly around the room. “Is he still here?” She must have thought someone had broken in and ****d me. She ran to me and fumbled with the lock on my cuffs, my incoherent screaming probably not helping matters. She was practically bawling as she finally thought to take my gag out. “Oh my God, I can’t get you out,” she sobbed. “I’ll call 911.” She fumbled with the phone, shaking so badly she dropped it. “Karen, stop!” I finally got out. She.