Nine.”That night, in bed, she masturbated thinking of both him eating her that night and his promise to fuck her the next Saturday. It was no better...at work, her mind constantly went back to last Saturday and next Saturday. Her boss told her if she was ill she should go home. She could not very well tell him her illness was thoughts of sex.After dinner on Saturday she started preparing for his visit. Never before had she been so meticulous. She started with a douche followed by a hot bath,. "Let me take these off and make it a little easier," I whispered back, and ripped off her panties completely."I love you!" she fiercely whispered back, and joined the group of women again.On the next round, Karen ended up with Brad again. I watched as he immediately bent her over the back of the nearby chair and seemed to stick his cock into my wife's cunt. In the dim light I could see Karen's mouth drop open as my coworker who's had a crush on her for years pumped his dick in and out of her. The load grunts, the deep groans, the bed noises, the headboard banging, the exhortations and, from his wife, the flurry of yesses that heralded an orgasm. He thought he'd heard her lover getting dressed and ready to go but now he was hearing the short satisfied grunt of a man receiving a bj accompanied by the odd forceful comment such as, "Suck it bitch" or "deeper slut, deeper." John got a great deal of sexual gratification from hearing her called a slut and her being treated like a slut.John. "It's very minor. You'll be out and awake in just a couple hours."Three hours later, Rose and Roberta woke up.Bianca was standing over them. "Welcome back."Rose shook her head groggily, "What'd you do?" she asked."It wasn't me Dr. Hayward did all the work."The middle aged plastic surgeon, who was standing next to Bianca, shrugged. "It was very simple. A snip, a fold and two stitches, that's all there was to it."Roberta reached up toward her eyes. "My vision seems weird." Don't touch your eyes!".