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“Gee thanks; more embarrassment.” “Come on Claire; let’s get it done.” “So they’re expecting us?” “Yes, I booked it just as soon as you’d signed the contract.” “So is this trip just to get female genital mutilation performed on my pussy?” “Consensual FGM; that’s the difference.” “But isn’t it still illegal?” “I guess that if the surgeon says that he can do it then it isn’t illegal. Anyway, striptease it’s about to happen so stop complaining.” “I’m not complaining.” “Good; come on.” Three hours later we were walking out and, in spite of the anaesthetic, I could feeling the breeze on my pussy even more than when I went in. It was still a bit numb but I could still feel the breeze. I could also feel a bit of pain and I expected that to get worse as the anaesthetic completely wore off. I was glad that the doctor gave me some pain killers to take. Tony had got the surgeon to agree to him watching the procedure, and to video it, but Tony was a bit pissed when he had been told to leave my pussy alone for about a week, and as we looked for a taxi he told me that my mouth and throat were going to get girlfriend a hammering. We went to the hotel next where he checked us in and took me to the room, then he left for his business meeting. I took a couple of painkillers then found a way that I could get a good look at my new pussy in one of the big mirrors in the room. It was then that I discovered that half of my clit hood was gone; my clit was exposed and there was nowhere for it to hide. I was annoyed to say the least, Tony had said nothing about getting half my clit hood removed as well. I kept looking at myself in the mirror trying to decide what to do, and if I liked what I saw. I always thought that I had too much skin that wasn’t doing anything but to see most of it gone was a shock, then after a while, not a shock. As I stared at my new pussy erotic I slowly came round to liking what I saw. I love orgasms and with my clit being permanently exposed I figured that I’d have a lot more of them. I just hoped that Tony wouldn’t take advantage of my clit’s exposure to torture me by putting some vibrator thing in my knickers and keeping it switched on for hours. Then I remembered that Tony won’t let me wear knickers so I relaxed. I touched my clit but it must have still been numb. Then I moved Solo my hand away and decided that I liked what I saw, except for the cut marks and the stitches. Bot those would be gone in a few days. The surgeon told me that I would heal in a interracial couple of days and that the stitches would dissolve over time. But he also warned me not to have sex or masturbate until I could touch the scars without them hurting, exotic and even then to be gentle for a couple of weeks. Torches and globes of magic light lit a pathway through the interior, but she couldn’t make out the ceiling, much less the walls. Forty years Solo old and she carried on a rivalry with Melanie like she was twelve. “Fuck, that's good,” he panted. I was so ready for this. I thought my own hard-on was going to burst out of my pants as I proudly recorded my wife, every hole stuffed and her hands full. You could tell which tables were occupied by the lit candles twinkling interracial wanly. I had taught him what striptease I liked for him to do, and he was becoming a master at it. Do you have any idea who might have done that to her?” Jake has taken them to a baseball game. As we are are all tired, we all head to bed. Quickly he had jacked his shaft and girlfriend spurted thick streams of cum onto her face. That evening their dad had to go help a friend. With this, they both backed up to my sides exotic and slightly bounced up to me. Not enough to be apparent to erotic any but the most closely observant, of which there were none at the present, but enough to energize my equipment to its purpose. That's less likely, but I suppose anything is possible. “Point.” I said, nodding my head and smiling. “She grew a dick!” squeaked Nathalie. He tossed a pack of wet wipes and she rose to get to work on Megan, but not before rummaging through Master’s goodie bag to decide what kind of gag she wanted to have her wear.