"Jessica would tranform the girl into her favorite kind of pet. A dalmatian bitch. Her hands had been cut off at the wrists and her legs at the knees....she would never walk again, nor would she be able to grasp anything. She was tattooed all over her body, a clear white color with black spots in various places, just like a real dalmatian. Even her genitals, her asshole and her perky lips were not spared the painful treatment. Every hair, from her head to her pubes was shaved and then a special. They made her bend from front staying her pubic area on the cushion prem and guy was in her front holding her hands one each. Other man came on her back put his hand on her butts squeezing over the saree. He go down and pull her saree and petticoat up together pull down her panty and through it out. Now her legs and butts were open for him. He did not take time opened his pant and under wear and let them go down. His big black dick was rock hard with swollen pink top. He was heavy black fat man. For a year or so, he couldn't help but dwell in the failure of the most important relationship in his life. Finally, though, he began to discover the sharp stabbings of lament and loss were scarring over, slowly giving way to an almost indiscernible slow and constant ache that seemed content to reside deep within his private, now-guarded soul. The rest of his body, however, moved on, and he even met, then married, a truly kind, sweet and good woman. From the outside, his life seemed complete.. Arriving at the room, she is still eyeing herself in the mirror, tugging and pulling at the dress, making it fit in all the right places. “Here you go….try these.” I say. Nor looks at the box and then the dress and gives me an inquisitive look. “Ohhh! I just saw that and wondered how that would look,” and I offer her a smile. She shakes her head as if to say I’m nuts and begins to unwrap the shoes from the box. She leans on the wall and lifts her leg one at a time to place the shoes on her.