Talented tongue, let me tell you. I was smiling and pretending to be adjusting the radio to keep my movement from giving me away. LOL.So back to her p...ace after that.We went directly to her room where I set up the camera, sorry it's not in the best quality. Wasn't really thinking straight. I began by laying her down on her bed and warming her up. If you've seen the video, you know how that happened. She had been curious and interested in fisting. She had never done it, but wanted to give it a. As she laid in the bed, she feltstrange-this didn?t feel like her bed. She reached up toward the headboard andfound that her hands were cuffed together.??????????? As Gwenbegan to panic, she tried to open her eyes and found that she could seenothing. Her breathing quickened as she took a mental stock of hersurroundings. She was blindfolded and her wrists bound. She could also feelthat she was naked under the sheet covering her and her ankles were boundtogether. As she started to struggle, she. Poppas cuts out parts of the clitoris' shaft, saving the glans, or tip, for reattachment. Poppas triumphantly calls the procedure -- rebranded a clitoroplasty -- a "nerve sparing" one unlike the FGMs practiced in other countries.How does the good doctor know that nerves have been spared? Well, Poppas and his nurse practitioner developed a series of sensory followup tests involving Q-tips, their fingernails and vibrators. But don't worry, a family member was always present in the room. As the. I mustered the courage to suggest a walk and he led me into the fields surrounding Jane’s house. The walk only lasted a minute, as soon as we were out of sight of the house, he pulled me into him, pressing his soft lips against mine. I pushed into him, feeling his gentle kiss. I ran my fingers through his hair and his hands followed my body down to my waist. We kissed with renewed passion, his tongue dancing with mine. We fell to the floor gently and he held me, our forms surrounded.