It was almost the same size as a full bed. She had sewn the plush cushions for it as part of her occupational rehab. Her thighs were particularly sore.... Her boss had her running all over the office to gather papers he needed for an upcoming lawsuit that day. She had scars up both alabaster thighs due to the surgery to put steel rods in place of her shattered bones. Her red, angry scars had faded but never took a tan well. She secretly longed for Rafe to massage her body and take all her aches. She inspected it."Very good, very good indeed!" She proclaimed after feeling my nicely packaged crotch, growing larger in her hand. "Hurry upstairs, I've got some things laid out for you on the bed." She said as she gently pushed me up the stairs sending me off with a slap on the butt.I walked up the stairs, half dreading - half filled with excitement. I looked on the bed. There were the usual coils of ropes. Some leather belts. Plenty of scarves, pantyhose and stockings. A pair of 5 inch heels. He's bringing the real ME out! He's giving me the best medicine a mixed-up girl could have, drawing the fun from my cunt in a new, wild way!She rested, panting, as the honeyed deep twinges of her after-fun shook her legs and breasts and ass. The extra puffy condition of her cunt, the heavy flow of her juices, said he was doing a real job on her body! And he was drinking her dribblings, sucking and tongue-teasing her whole cuntmouth. He did love her pussy!As she raised up and turned around,. ”Katy reached behind her, fidgeting with the hooks. Her fingers were shaking so much she was having difficulty. Twisting her around, I accomplished the task for her. Sliding the shoulder straps down her arms, I bared her magnificent breasts. Katy was biting her lip, looking at herself in the mirror. Reaching around, I slid my fingers beneath the firm flesh. I didn’t feel any scars, not even a slight indentation indicating they’d been enhanced. Katy’s nipples were twice the size of mine. They.