“I see you dressed for the occasion and your cunt is soaking wet”. “I don’t want to know your name or what you do for a living. I don’t want...to know what you like or don’t like. I just want you to do a number of tasks for me, so just say yes or no”. I said yes immediately. The fact that another human being was rubbing my clit was enough for me. I would have said yes to anything at that moment. Task one: “I want you to make another woman’s cunt wet by just talking to her. Once you have done. And, you can probably go homeon Thursday. Ok?"I shook my head yes. The doctors left. I took the pad andwrote, "Did you get all that? My head was swimming." Yes. It all sounded great. We'll get you home on Thursday,and it won't be long before everything is back to normal."I smiled at her, and fell back asleep.Later that afternoon nurse Nancy came in with two syringes.She began, "These syringes contain the fluid that is usedto fill the breast implants. When Briana is discharged onThursday, you'll. Her "Oohs" went from pain to lust in no time at all. I made a mental note; never ever believe what these women tell you, they are too good as actresses for me to believe a word.Great actress that she is, Kathy said, "I don't believe this, my own daughter, getting off on being spanked! You there, Sally, stick two fingers in her, see how wet she is!Sally truly looked as if she was going to die, "What, Uhh"Kathy, doing her best Ilse Koch impression yelled, "You shut up, I haven't got to you yet!. . Or, knowing her, settlers from Uranus.So there I was, my dry white chilling in the fridge, sipping diet coke and concentrating on coursework when my mobile rang.’nat,’ my mother began, skipping the small talk, ‘I have news. Your darling daddy has moved out. He has left me on my lonesome.’now don’t get me wrong, my upbringing hadn’t been far short of idyllic.There had been no arguments or hardships in my childhood. Corporal punishment never happened and even on the rare occasions I got.