....perhaps her husband. He had a thinbody, his chest hair grey as was the pubic hair around his limp seveninch cock. Leaning in close to his ear she ...poke."Are you ready for a surprise slave?" she crooned.He nodded vigorously and his cock twitch.Without a word she pointed to the floor between his legs. I gulpednervously, was I really going to do this because I knew exactly what herintensions were! As I took my first stuttering step forward I tried toconvince myself I had no other choice, she. And it is. Can a girl reach orgasm this way? I can. I do. My eyes are closed tight. my imagination is in overdrive as I hold onto all the sensations the unit has enabled within me. What if it could come? Would I swallow?A little later I put it to what must have always been intended as its primary use. First, I tentatively begin to stimulate my clitoris. Oh my God! It is good for that. I hold it tight in place and it seems to vibrate in my hand, but it is so much more than that. My pelvis can’t. He sunk his teeth into my neck, and I jerked, trying to pull away from him. ‘Gently he stroked my hair, telling me not to fear, that he loved me and wanted me to be with him forever. This time, as I felt his teeth sink into my neck, I felt a strange sensation. I closed my eyes as he took the blood from me, putting my arms around him, enjoying it. Oh yes, I liked it, it was, indeed, the most exciting thing I had ever felt. I felt myself dying, knew that if he did not stop soon, it would be too. Construction, however, didn't- long story short, there was an explosion, and she lost three fingers to a piece of metal flying off of the cart. They were sowed back on though, thank goodness.If it weren't for that one evening, I'd probably be sitting and holding her hand right now, running my fingers over those three little scars- the symbol of our scientific progress."Do you have Mead?" I asked the bartend. I hadn't been to this place before. If I had a choice, I'd keep drinking at my old.