One night, however, I got an IM from a man in Oxfordshire, or so he said. He read my profile, and asked what my definition of an ideal man was. I expl...ined my fantasy man and he replied that he was in his forties, single, a company director who owned his own (rather large) house. This sounded great and was a link into my recurring fantasies. I asked him if his house was lonely, could it do with a feminine touch? I explained that I would love to stay with him. Sleep with him at night in a long. She then filled a small bowl with warm water and soap and used a badger hair brush to work it into a thick lather. Mimi took the brush and applied the soap to Margret’s left underarm, covering the fine auburn hairs there. With a few deft strokes of the razor all the hair was gone. Mimi repeated the process on Margret’s right, then used a warm towel to wipe away all the remaining soap and hairs. Mimi then moved to the other end of the table and had Margret bend her knees so that the soles of her. To my shock the nurse began sewing up my wife’s pussy hole with a needle and thread. Small rivulets of blood from the piercing of the needle ran down leaving tiny red snail trails across my wife’s flat tummy and chest then diving off each side if her body giving her a zebra effect. It took her about fifteen minutes to complete the job so now the sperm was trapped inside her cunt.Then the men behind me untied my hands and roughly turned me around and threw me onto the bed face up and held me. Don't hurt me, " begs Alice.The Big Girl Rapist reaches around her body and grabs both her breasts."I don't want to hurt you, Alice. I just want you. I so love big girls."He reaches down and frees his erection from his pants. He pushes his stiff cock into the crack of Alice's butt. She cries out."This is all for you. This is how much your sexy body has excited me. I want you, Alice and I will enjoy raping you."The Big Girl Rapist pushes Alice down on the couch. He kneels before the sobbing.