Dozens of them.I shrieked as loudly as I could, ripping the box away from me and flingingmy arms and legs around until I had got them all off.The rats... backed away, but still looked up at me. Almost like they wereexpecting something."Shoo, shoo," I squealed at them whilst gesturing wildly. Eventually theyleft. Although they looked almost disappointed.I was now cold again. Were the rats purposely trying to keep me warm? I hadnever heard of them doing anything like that before. Did this have. Reaching my throbbing cock, I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft and a soft moan escaped my mouth. I began a slow up-and-down motion, lightly squeezing the shaft. Reaching the mushroom head, I rubbed gently and smeared the pre-cum around the smooth skin. My breathing quickened as I pumped the blood-engorged shaft.Thoughts of seeing her in the window and then in the shower put me over the edge. The first two loads shot out across with such force that the ropes of cum hit the wall in front. Then he started to fuck me slower and the pain was gone and pleasure that I have not felt in years flooded into my body. I was now getting fucked by a stranger at my office who I hadn’t even seen his face. My mind was going crazy my husband would be here soon. Would he know what had happened would he be mad or worst divorce me but this only excited me more. Just as those thoughts when threw my head the lights came on. The stranger never stopped pounding me and reached over and shut them. Just procedures to remove old scars - not imminent deathat all!I nodded enthusiastically, and grinning at me - my wives nodded theiragreement.Corinda abandoned her professional sang-froid, to kiss everybody andgrin in relief.She paused after kissing my cheek, and kissed me full on the lips."Fifi, I love you as much as if you were a real girl!" Corinda blushedand turned her face away as she recovered her professional poise."My treatment for old scars is nominally non-intrusive - non-surgical!It.