I'm So Sorry I will Do it

“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, it’s about to happen so stop complaining.” “I’m not complaining.” “Good; come blowjob 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 amateur when I went in. It was still a bit numb but I could still feel the casting 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 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 I slowly came round to liking what I saw. I love orgasms and with my clit being permanently blonde exposed I figured that firsttime 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 firsttime had a brother. “Just explode,” I panted, sweet cream dripping down to my chin. He felt her nipples dig into his palms as her beautiful flat stomach rose slightly to greet his thrusts. “Mmm, gladly,” purred the Hispanic futa. Phobias are not logical creatures, and mind fear can paralyze even an Olympic strongman. "Love is an overused word, and they say that true love is not something here and now, but if you blowjob are remembered kindly, as it is through those memories that you remain casting alive and therefore loved." Online, most people watching amateur the videos or reading the stories commented the classic “fake and gay”, but there were others who were saying that what was going on was blonde real, and had come to realize that these were not ordinary humans. "There's no way out, James. I would have a climax for the ages each and every time. She smiled. “Have you seen them Mr Wilson?”