Walking on prosthetics is like walking on stilts, when you first begin. Everything is wobbly and when you take a step, you might go too far, or too li...tle, to keep things in balance.Then there was the pain. Eight operations, with all the associated tissue damage, reconstruction, and flayed nerves, made using any muscles in my legs agony. It wasn’t the sharp kind of pain that had, at one time, made me see stars. Rather it was like my whole leg was screaming, “Stop that! Don’t do that!” It didn’t. Tony smacked me across my face, forcing my hands to my face and allowing Pete to fully remove the bra. No! I cried as he put his mouth to my tits and bit down on my nipple, causing me to thrash with pain. Bryan pulled me across the table more so my head was at one end and my ass and pussy at the other. I tried to roll of the table but Bryan held me down by my neck and shoulders, pulling down his trousers and showing of his hard cock as it pocked through his boxers. He forced open my mouth and. ” He gestured with his hands in front of his chest and smiled. “Now she’s got t’go, calf mouf an’ all.”I wondered if Madam Von R-- would take her; doubted it and thought some more. “How come?” I asked.“Missus caught me pokin’ ‘er in the pantry t’other day. Had ‘er up on a shelf, squealing like a shoat,” he said looking proud of himself. “Ain’t sure who popped ‘er cherry, probably m’oldest, but she’s ready t’ride.”“Jus’ another frisker then? Won’t be the first you’ve had here.”“Cept she’s kin,”. "I just dunno. She said she'd write, but she ain't done."Tony shook his head and picked up a gun from the table and pointed at him. "I wanna know," he yelled. "Or I'll kill ya." He gulped and looked around the deserted warehouse. He heard a car engine outside and he nodded towards an armed henchmen on the door. "Kill 'em or get rid of 'em," he ordered and turned his attention back towards the tied up man in the chair. "I wanna know where the little cunt is with my baby?" She ain't yours,".