She straightened up and sighed.“Glad to have you back with us, Mister Steele,” she said. “I’m doctor Kariana Metcalf. You had us worried. You ...ost a lot of blood. How are you feeling?”“Okay, I think,” I said. “Not sure.” The doctor nodded.“Not unexpected,” she said.“My wife?” I said.“She’s been here, but she went home a bit ago to get a little rest. She’s been here virtually every minute since you were admitted,” she said.I gave her a look. “How long have I been here?” I said.“Three days,. It was her dream job, because she had what could only be called a lust for fabric. As long as she could remember she'd had this primal need to feel different textures on her skin, and it had only gotten stronger with time. Cashmere, corduroy, denim, silk, satin -- every fabric had its own special thrill.She had studied design in school and she had some talent as an artist, but her true gift was for picking fabrics. After a period as a wage slave at various clothing companies, she had caught the. The first two guys were both ready to give Nina another load each so they rolled her onto her back and got her to spread her legs back over her head so her battered gaping pooper was now pointing upwards. Climbing up and standing around her all three guys began to jack off whilst slapping and rubbing her messy pussy and blubbery arse-cheeks. One by one they took turns pushing their cocks up her arse again and giving her another hot load each which Nina gratefully received before they finally. “And I’m sorry for that, truly sorry, Dave. I love you and always will and hate it whenever I cause you pain. But I had to find out what I truly wanted. To be totally sure, because I knew if I screwed up and went back on my word, then it would break your heart and we’d be finished. Be finished forever.”The woman who’d hurt me so much, the woman who was my soul mate and best friend reached across and grasped my hand. “That’s why I needed to be sure, that’s why it took so long. But now I’m sure..