He would make a great replacement if her useless husband was not going to give her a birthday fucking she craved. This was shelved though when she dis...ppointedly saw the post person was in fact female and a right looking dyke at that. It did not stop her though thinking through the scenario of the postman delivering a large letter to her. Her mood was lightened as she almost chuckled to herself the letter she wanted was French and full of good old fashion male stiff cock; but her frustration. "No more farts for a while!"She teased me, then she kissed my brow."All over now."I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.When I woke up I was high on pain relief but my Doctor lover showed me a mirror and when I saw my bald head, still with the sensors glued to it, I swore I felt a tingle somewhere in the region of where my clit used to be. She told me she had left a small cluster of nerves behind so that with much stimulation I would still have orgasm sensations - with her help, of course. Then. At this point she would be only a fewhours away from tissue death. Depending on the risk that her tormentors wishedto take, they might wait another hour or even two, before loosening the ties andallowing the blood to rush back into the bloated black bags of boob flesh. Oncesensation began to return, she would be in agony, the pain peaking after a timeand then slowly subsiding as the breasts returned to something akin to normal. While this process was playing itself out, there were other. More. More. I moaned at him, I felt him push his thumb in to join his fingers, his fist clenching in my vagina as he edged in further. The juices lining my pussy lubricant enough as his hand forced itself further and further in, I groaned as he stretched me wide, pain and pleasure overtaking me, not knowing whether to scream out in agony or ecstasy. I knew it was in deep, his whole hand totally eaten by my pussy. His hand unclenched inside of me, damn that felt good, he wrenched his hand.