Dong the clock showed that it was 8:00 pm and Neelu saw outside the window. It was dark now. The married woman inside her again started preaching mora...ity but the gushing orgasm inside her again proved itself superior and like a Robot she stood up and walked towards her bedroom. She took another brassiere, this time a Reebok hosiery one, black in colour with grey linings on its sleeves and neck. She had thought for the whole day. Something nasty inside her wanted that she should have permanent. "By the way, how are you feeling?" Polly talked like I'd only been asleep for a little while, so I still had no idea about the extent of my surgery or their follow up treatment."My face feels like someone is trying to split my head in two, but my ... down here," I said, pointing to my groin, "feels like it was cut in two. What happened?" You were bleeding internally, and it was much worse than it looked," A stranger answered. He was about forty, tall, slender, with a face only his mother could. If you change your mind, just leave, I will finish my drink.” Serena hesitated for a few seconds before picking up her purse. As she walked toward the ladies room she could hardly believe how erotic she felt. The ladies room was conveniently in line with the exit. She slowed down as she came to the door hesitated and went in. Serena leaned against the wash basin, took a deep breath, pulled her skirt up and slid her panties down and off. She was unaware until she removed them that she had become. You’ve been so sheltered in your ivory tower of education and rules, you don’t even know when you’re being loved. Let me teach you. Let me bring out the freak that I know is in there. Let me ...” and with that last statement, he squeezes my breasts, his hands down my shirt. My eyes are pricked with tears. Thankfully he’s behind me and can’t see them. Why am I crying? Partly because it feels so wrong to be feeling so good. And partly because I know what he’s saying is the awful truth. I always.