She could feel every nerve in her ass and pussy and wanted more than anything to jam the rod into herself, but knew she couldn’t yet.Mira could see ...Sammy’s skin stretched around the widest part of the crown. Her once pail flesh was blood red but miraculously not torn. Mira wondered if tearing would actually relieve some of the pain at this point. Sammy’s cunt felt like it was on fire but through it all she could clearly feel every detail of the crown as it pushed harder and harder against her. As she lay on her back she turned her head. She had no idea where she was. She had recollection of how she got here. She felt somewhat lethargic and slightly chilly. She began to assess her surroundings. ‘Where…am…I?’ she muttered slowly in confusion as she tried to sit herself up in a seated position. Marcy approached to lend her a helping hand. Samantha looked at her and smiled. ‘Thank you.’ She said, politely, to Marcy. Samantha turned to face Phineas Crowe. He greeted her with a warm and. I slowly undressed her telling her I was going to help her to bed and see her through the night, which was true but there was going to be more to it than that. When I finally saw her 36DD tits bouncing in real time I was amazed. It was hard not to go crazy right then but I didn't want to scare her yet. I was just as slow at removing her yoga pants and of course she still had no underwear which was nice. She was perfectly calm when I got her to lie down on top of her covers and spread herself. Wendy searched her bag for something, anything that could help. But there was nothing. Except… she found herself toying with her repair kit and suddenly had an idea. Maybe she could use the repair patches? She opened the little box and grabbed the two largest stickers, both black as the night with their trademark red border. She pulled the tight top off again and placed one of the patches over her left nipple. It was almost big enough. If she glued it in place it would at least cover most of.