Aur ab ek kutte ke tarah teri chooth maar raha hu. Ahhh. Ohhh.Ab meine tumhare babloo ko pakadkar grip le hain. Unhe jor jor se masalte hue mein tumhe... chodh raha hu. Ahhhh. Ohhh. Beech beech mein tumhari gaand pe lappad maar raha hu. Ahhh.Tumhari gaand aur baable laal ho chuke hain. Aur tumhari chooth to mere lund ki diwaani ho chuki hain.Ummm. Ab meri ghodi ko chodane ke baad mein use mere lund ke sair karaunga. Ahh.Main ab letha hua hu aur tum apni taange failakar apni chooth mein mera lund. Saturday night I had invited two very good friends over for dinner prepared by my wife Pooja who also would be our servant in every way throughout the night. Pooja had agreed to only wear a bra and a panty and promised to honor any and all requests for any services asked of her.Pooja is a very pretty sexy girl of 25 with natural breasts with big sensitive pinkish-brown nipples, a nice round and silky smooth ass, shaved pussy and great long legs. Dev and Shiv arrived together and appreciated. Walking to the elevator he noticed her and immediately forgot what he was thinking about when he saw this creature. Brown curls, a beige coat with a thick belt, long enough to cover her buttocks and maybe a bit more. He could see the garter belts, the stocking ending in a gorgeous lace top and the heels. Those legs were simply calling to him to be touched, kissed and caressed. But then reality kicked in. Yeah, I know her; she is hooking up with the building’s owner. She would probably not be. I see myself naked on the examination table with my legs up and my feet in the stirrups. I am fully awake and aware of every part of the procedure. There is a woman surgeon in a lab coat sitting between my legs. With a steady hand she is using multiple forceps to pull my hood back maximizing my clit exposure. Then a very sharp surgical instrument is being used to cut away my hood and labia before cutting a large slit in my vaginal opening. Finally being sutured in such a way to leave my vagina.