I just had ignore the splitting pain, focus, and think about my finger not being sliced open. As I thought clearly of my finger being back to normal, ...y powers had made it so. I sighed heavily as I looked my healed finger over and shook my hand a few times just to be sure it wasn’t going to fall off. After I cleaned up the blood, I gazed at the knife again. I thought about my ability to heal rapidly and so, I decided to put myself through another experiment. Now I wasn’t one to self-harm, but I. I coated the end of it with butter. It was the butter I was going to use to sweat the vegetables. My fingers trembled slightly.Squatting over the floor, I prepared to impale myself by holding my breath. A whimper escaped from my lips as I felt the carrot intrude on my back hole. I imagined that I could feel every contour, every edge formed by the peeler although I had rounded it fairly smoothly."Take it, bitch," I muttered to myself.It came from inside, a darker place that seldom expressed. As for her body, her breasts weren’t huge, but they were perfectly shaped and capped by pale pink nipples. She also had long athletic legs, and a tight, flat tummy. But her best feature, by far, was her incredible behind. If asses were cars, hers would be a Lamborghini… if they were watches, hers would be a Rolex… if they were violins, hers would be a Stradivarius… it was that amazing. Steve was also good looking, but he hadn’t developed quite as rapidly as Sarah. Feature-wise, he more. Two other guys held her legs high and open wide.The frail old man gave her a good pounding before being replaced by another granddad of about the same age. He had got himself naked and was not in the best of shape. Angela didn’t care as he fucked her hot wet pussy.Ange was actually very busy sucking on the multiple old cocks that surrounded her head.She motioned that she wanted to get out of the chair, and was soon on all fours on the floor.I saw a guy about 70 in her mouth whilst an 80 year.