I sucked on each nipple even biting a little hard on one until she moaned, and as I did I slowly untied one of Nadia's hands. She gave me a questionin... look.I told her, "I want you to be able to hold me ... to touch me with your hands ... to love me the same as I'm loving you." I reached across her body to her other wrist, unknotting the fabric with one hand. "I have only ever wanted to love you as an equal ... not as a submissive ... and I do love you." I kissed her abdomen, and then licked. A man can not do that for you as he has different equipment and does not know how ours work, even a long time partner with sympathy and experience of your body can never get it exactly as you want it moment by moment, even though what they do is very pleasurable, very! But she was the best, she knew what, where, when and how because she was built the same as me and so knew how to stroke pussy, and she was driving me wild with frustration again as she kept the action going with her fingers. He covered me with a blanket and went downstairs only to return with two glasses of cognac. He served me one and sat on the side of the bed with the other and said, “We’d better get some sleep; we’ve a long day tomorrow.” I didn’t know what to say. He kept stroking my face and neck gently and occasionally rubbing my chest and cock over the blanket. He finished his drink and took my glass, put it on the table, turned the light out and joined me under the blanket. He held me with my back to his. I placed a hand gently over where I knew my womb was, feeling the gut-twisting pain as my uterus tried to rip itself apart. I was able to keep from screaming, but I wasn?t sure how long I?d be able to hold on.It was clear to me that I was dying. The pain, the blood, the impossibility of it all. As Crystal held me under the shower to wash us both off, I couldn?t hold back any longer. I started to cry.It was odd. I would have never let myself cry as a man. You just have to bear the pain,.