. I remembered linking with her and I remembered that we made up. I didn't feel even a tiny bit of anger towards her anymore. I remembered, sort of, f...lling asleep, but that had been around noon. I poked my face out of the blankets and discovered that the drapes had been opened and early morning sunlight was illuminating my room. That would have made it sometime around eight A.M. Had I slept half the previous day away? My linking with Isabeau must have really worn me out. Well, that covered the. Caressing her pussy with my tongue intruding into its depths, I made her comfortable enough to allow the first entry of a dick into last moments of her virgin cunt. I kept the tip of my dick at the opening of her pussy and rubbed it several times to warm up. To avoid her from getting scared or interrupting, I held her hands high over the head in my iron grip paws. Mouth was busy nibbling on her sweet tender nipples and chewing on the meaty balls, the fruits of my hard labor. She was so. Then I moved my hands down to my waist and started to lift my upper torso and taking off my T shirt. My fingers moved to my nipples, pulling and squeezing them as I moaned softly. Now the imagination changed to him fucking me in many different positions. So, my hand lazily moved down my body until it comes to my pussy region. I slowly slipped my hands into my panty and began feeling all over my bald pussy. That’s right, bald as hell. Not a single hair down there. I never let anything grow down. The other women watched, fingering their pussies as the nurse cleaned the wounds were my foreskin had been then cauterized them with a red hot flat bladed knife. I sobbed with terror as he took one of my nipples in the jaws of long nosed plyers, stretched it upwards the slowly sawed it off with scalpel then cauterized the wound with the knife. She repeated the operation with the other nipple and put both nipples in a bowl with my foreskin. While she worked, I screamed and struggled uselessly in.