I already had my mind in another woman's pussy, and I had been face deep in Judy for a good part of the afternoon. "Oh, shit, here we go.."I thought. ... hope she doesn't chop me up and bury me in the cellar..."Olga touched my hair again "Such wonderful red hair you have. What a gift. You will be so wonderful onstage in your costumes, tiny you, with your red hair and your big voice. People will be astonished when that sound comes out of you..."My hair is my erogenous zone..is that the word? Ever. Alex made a little break and looked at his work. Both her butt cheeks were red now, but in very seductive way. The spoon did his work very well. And his sister – she was in his hands now and this feeling was soooo good. Again he let his hand wandering between her cheeks and he felt, that she was more wet then before.“What a slut!” he thought by himself.“You will get the last four now, bitch. But I warn you. They will be heavy. Don’t cry, understand?”“Yes, Sir!” said Emma, but tears where. Not the kind that would make her gag or throw up, but she seemed almost desperate to make me come. It could not be very comfortable having your lower jaw opened so wide – and for such a long time – but she kept at it while rubbing the area behind my balls with one hand and pushing me forward with her other hand on my butt. All the while, her tongue and maybe her lower lip kept swabbing at my balls like it was an ice cream cone. Whatever it was she was doing, it had the desired effect. I was now. To one side there are several banks of moniters and cases of equipment. There are some interesting pieces of equipment not normally to be found in an operating theatre,such as electrostimming boxes and pumps for the various bodybags and vacuum pumping tubes.These sit on a Chrome trolley.By the side of the operating table is a very reliable field hospital gas rig with breathing bags and cylinders of Oxygen and Nitrous.From it comes a pair of thick rubber corrugated hoses which meet at a large.