Then he replaced my socks with frilly white ones and a pair ofwhite patent leather maryjanes. He carried me to the kitchen where an adultsized highcha...r sat in the middle of the room. I was strapped into the highchair and as he started to prepare my breakfast,I looked on the floor in the corner and almost shrieked in surprise at whatI saw. A naked man was sleeping soundly in a dog bed. His arms had been amputatedat the elbows and legs at the knees and big flesh paws were grafted at theend of. Then slowly down to between my legs. She asked if I would shave her like you do me. When she smeared oil over my cunt lips then teased them with the tip of one finger it was very exciting.When she was laying on her stomach with her legs apart and the sun on her arse, she told me she loved a well hung man fucking her in that position. She asked if I would like to watch that happen. “Yes I would,” I told her.She told me the last time she had sex in that position the man’s totally naked wife. Plenty of it. Large streams of the stuff pouring over the darkness and the four Fingers and one stump who nestled within its clouded slump. Then there was the patchouli and ylang-ylang oil. Plenty of that, too, in a small amber chamber held between two soft swollen rivulets. Finally, there were the prurient memories, hectoring each member of the four-Fingered council to escort them to the back of the mind and tame the snorting wet beast whose muscular soul beat life into every pore.Ring-Finger,. He was spending time at his brothers and told me he would spend the night there if I didn't call him tonight. I was daydreaming about the way my nipples felt and what, Tom had done to them I didn't think of stopping him from getting up. When I snapped out of my daydream, Tom was already dressed and ready to leave. I wanted him to stay longer but he insisted on going making sure he told me what a great time he had before he left. I called Frank and told him the guys were done and gone.I had time.