I reran my course around her bosom and worked downward back to her beautiful stomach (I really can’t express in so many words how much I find women�...�s stomachs appealing to my senses). I focused on running my tongue around her bellybutton for a moment, then I ventured lower. My lips roved until they came to meet the waistband of her skirt. I rested my mouth there with one lip on the lower side of her navel and the other on the rough jean material and breathed deeply. Then I bit onto the skirt’s. I moved my hand inside the lightweight material and watched her eyes flutter close and her smile spread as my hand now touched the creamy softness of her breasts directly.It all happened while the world stood still. I kissed my way down her long neck and across the expanse of her fully mature chest. I could almost hear the vibration of her heart, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath were the tide that pulled on me inexorably to wade into the mess of a life she had. When her back. Slowly I got the picture again, Oh mygod, what happened, what have they done to me. It was completely darkand I couldn't see a thing, I was still in the basement I thought. Bothmy breasts were sore, and oh no, my genitals, what have they done tome, and I wanted to cry. Although the subjected area's on my body acheda bit the pain was not killing.I was thinking about all the things that happened, first the longhumiliating session with Miss Cali and her sissy, than the surgery inthis chair. And am. I read lots and lots of daddy daughter stories, fingering myself to cums as I imagined these stories to be about me and my daddy. Id read so many in a month that I actually began to feel it was ok to want my fathers cock, I just had no idea how to get it. The other shocking thing for me was animal sex. In a search for doggie style I had done, one bizarre site popped up that when I visited had nothing to do with doggie style but with dogs. The first time I clicked on the short video of a woman.