He closed a hand over her open mouth.The two other men undressed until they were naked. Their cocks rose from their loins. They were large, hard and v...ry ready.It was the start of a very long night for Sarah Cunningham. She couldn't even exactly remember when it ended. But she knew when she woke up that it must have been late morning, almost noon.Her body looked like a battlefield, only there was no blood - just a lot of yellowish white goo, caked all over her skin. The smell of stale sex was. I’m not ashamed to say I have enjoyed my life as a woman, but recently I’ve been in a rut. I can’t remember the last time a man touched me. Years, probably. I say it’s because I’m too busy with work, but the truth is most men I meet are too intimidated by my figure and personality to even approach me. You don’t know what I would give to have a confident man take control of my body and have his way with me. But I digress. Let me see who’s at the door.As I opened the door, I rubbed my eyes and. Fortunately, when it comes to sex, it doesn’t exactly take much stimulation to place a guy back into the mindset of thinking with his other head. A slow morning at work and a quick digital trip back to the toy store was all I needed. As I stared at the selections, my mind raced. I made my picks, placed the order, and felt a wave of ecstasy rush over my body when I realized what was on its way. I only wished that I had expedited the shipping, but I suppose that a bit of patience and build-up. The birth was hanging at the very front and the dirty rag of that event smothered me in its foulness. As I found when searching through Sara's history, the life events a person remembers are but a small fraction of the total. Angela's life story included everything that happened around her. I was aware of holding the child tightly as I gasped at the horror she, and her mother, lived through.Angela's mother, Jacqueline, gave birth to her at the precise moment that her husband and master was.