You die.”He didn’t have the words but I understood the implication nonetheless.I forced a smile but he didn’t return one of his own, nor show an... indication of a humorous intent. He was dead serious.No pun intended.“Okay,” I said slowly as he and I both rode back to our respective parties.“How did it go?” Jimmy asked calmly as I rode up next to him.“Good as possible,” I said weakly. “They think a great evil might be consuming us or something but regardless we’re good to go somehow.”“Evil?”. I was whimpering and straining at the ties which bound me when, suddenly, theperiodic slaps stopped. I was stuck there, at a peak of excitement, feeling nothing, except thefading sting in my bruised vulva. "Ahh!" I screamed, as I felt a hard pressure, the heel of hishand, perhaps, mashing my tender, bruised lower lips, and then he moved back and forth,making my tortured clit explode with senastion, and in seconds my insides were churning, mywomb was beating like a heart in my belly, and I had. She looked me right in the eye as she lowered her lips nearly to the base of my cock. She had to break eye contact as she worked the last inch into her throat, but when she was done she looked back up at me with a smile stretched around my cock. Then she got down to business, and within a few minutes she was getting her breakfast treat."Thank you, sir," she said with a smile."You're welcome," I said magnanimously. It still amazed me that I was being thanked for allowing someone to blow me.Becky. He confirmed and reviewed my upcoming ribremoval, micro-liposuction, rhinoplasty, eye tuck and trach shave,having me sign the necessary forms for each. Dianna fidgeted in herchair, growing more excited by the moment. Discretion was not her strongsuit."How soon can you start pumping her?" she blurted out.We both gazed at her with the amusement of a parent fielding "How manydays until Christmas?" for the umpteenth time. The doctor turned to me."Actually, that was one of the reasons I asked you in.