“I think the resolution is absolutely amazing on some of these new camera phones but none are better than this one.” “Amazing indeed,” I could...’t help but agree with her as I continues to study her naked twat on my screen. “But what is this?” I asked pointing to what looked like a tiny wire wrapped a couple of times around her piercing. “That’s just the remote wire for a toy of my own. Here, you can use it with this icon right here,” she said pointing to an icon that had a picture of an egg. Myfingernails are short and painted black.My mouth must have dropped open again. Isobel smiles. She looks youngernow, her hair's glossy brown without those grey streaks."I don't understand," I whisper. I have a furtive glance around theshop, anybody who might have been eying up a red haired woman enough tosee her transformed has politely looked away. A bracelet, heavy withtiny charms, jingles as I move, my earlobes feel stretched by weightyearrings. That scarlet plait has vanished, a chestnut. The oil had made its way into her womb and was unclenching her stiffened muscles, allowing more and more of the threshers cock to push into her sore little cunt. He pumped her harder still, more than halfway inside her now, her cervix being smashed wider and wider by the head of his massive cock. He fucked her as fast as he could sending her body flailing up and down, her breasts smacking against her skin, the leather strip cutting into them with each thrust. She could feel the tip of his. She neighed loudly in disgust. He continued. “We have brought you gifts Jesus, from afar. This is King Bill from America and King Mandela from South Africa and I am King Charles of England.” “You had a baby ... him... ?” started Bill, his concentration still centred on the girl. “Noooo!,” the girl wailed. “I’ve never had a baby. I have not had sex, I couldn’t have conceived and certainly not with him. How can I have a baby? “ she added gesturing dismissively to the stable door where Joseph had.