Her lips were right beside his ear, and she inflamed him even more as she began to whisper, asking him to do the thing that had happened unintentional...y."Cum in me, Bob," she whispered. "Make me pregnant. Shoot your sperm in me. Let's make a baby, Bob."He groaned and thrust even harder. The knocking of the headboard seemed like thunder."Oh," she panted. "You already did that, didn't you, Bob. You got me pregnant with your baby."She burrowed her lips into his neck and kissed him there, before. .no...come on," Evan pleaded as he followed behind, stilltrying to keep his voice down, even though he knew the panic in his voicewas becoming increasingly noticeable .Savannah raised an eyebrow, and Evan let out another sigh."It's just...it's complicated," he said."She's not into it," Savannah prompted, as if stating the obvious."She doesn't care," Evan clarified. "She's not....bothered by it.....butshe doesn't encourage it. And I...." You want something more," Savannah finished for him as a. "She took my lack of a no for a yes, manoeuvered my knees apart and stepped back. "Don't move. Number two coming up. Last chance to cry mercy."Her toes jiggled my swollen balls, lining me up for the kick. I was desperately close to shouting mercy."Dan, I am quite seriously about to kick you in the balls again. Do you want mercy?" She waited.Seconds ticked past. This was without doubt the least fun I'd ever had with my pants off. There was something humiliating but strangely noble about enduring. Hard and throbbing, his body pushing against the sheets instinctively in his sleep, seeking release. He did not touch himself, just focused on the feel of the sheets upon his bare skin, and imagined in his half dream state, what he would do if his Mistress would let him touch her. He imagined pushing her down and fucking her, making her cum so hard that she would beg him for more. His excitement grew, this fantasy was making his pulse pound at the base of his cock, yet he knew that she would.