I was born with an enlarged clitoris. It hangs out really low for instance if I sit on the toilet it hangs out past my labia over an inch, surrounded ...n it’s hood which is the same skin as labia. It looks a bit like orange peel in texture and while looking firm it is very fragile and flips open as soon as the force of my piss shoves it apart. My doctor who has examined it many times – wonder why, he’s a man, suggested a clitoropexy, or hoodectomy to reduce it’s size, if I was desperate, but it. It was almost like Sara had been training for this. She degraded herself and begged for me to plant my seed into every hole of her body. This was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. I instructed her to go to my bathroom, give herself an enema, flush herself, and stuff her ass with Vaseline before returning for anal. She returned. Before starting, I explained that if the pain got to be too much she needed to use the safe word. She had this crazed starry look in her eyes…like she had really wanted. Mom finally told me the reason. She had suspected that husband John was having an affair with a much younger female coworker in his office. Mom told me that she knew he had been involved with a number women other times. He was a senior sales manager of a large company. He had left two days ago for three weeks of sales meetings and a convention. Mom checked with the hotel and found that they had checked in as Mr. & Mrs. in a single king size bed room. Mom admitted that she was using me to get. One fitted me for a white rubber corset. It cinched up the back and ran from my neck down to the top of my pubic hair and around to the below the bottom of my butt. It fit almost like a mini-dress except that member was still exposed. On my butt were two inflatable pads that Melba pumped up to give me the appearance of having a bulky feminine butt. The corset had 12 short garters. She next pulled a clear vinyl bondage gown off the bed. The outfit had white plastic piping and lace around the.