This woman had been made for him and he alone, she was his and no others. Pushing the blouse over her head he pushed the cup of her bra down and cover...d it with his mouth. She threw back her head and continued to moan as his tongue laved her nipple bringing it to hardened peak, his other hand kneaded the other. He would gently push her back on the counter and undo the button of her jeans and tug them off, he could see desire on the thin lace that covered her mound. Pushing aside the triangle of. On his way up the stairs he switched his phone to silent, just in case. Emma exited the lift and walked to room 414. She looked at the door, and then at the lift, as it descended once more on its never ending journey. She wondered whether it was going to pick up Matt. She slipped the key into the electronic lock and opened the door. Emma took one last look at the lift, and then back at the door. She felt scared; scared enough to walk away from it all, right now. She also felt excited. She. In hindsight I think it's so my Johnson didn't retract into my pelvis as the pain, shame and discomfort slowly consumed me.MEATBALLS IN A HOLE- The next step in prepping for the procedure was a generous coat of peroxide lathering my thighs -- then came the covering. The doc held up a dishtowel sized heavy cloth with a 3-4 inch diameter hole, well stitched and reinforced with a canvas-like material (you know, so your balls don't tear through it like wet toilet paper when they figure out what's. '"Franchesca!" he said excitedly. "Are you ready to see what I've brought back for you?"She was excited, like a little girl, "Yes!" she said, feeling better now from the hot meal, sponge bath and the laudanum. And she sat up and waited for him to return to the room with his packages. He walked in with all kinds of boxes in all shapes and sizes! Some were hat boxes, too. And he showed her all his treasures for her. They were most exquisite. The nightgowns were so delicate and spun from the.