" Why?" I wanna talk to you about something. Will you meet me or not?"There was a long moment of silence. "Fine. Where and when?" I need to get home a...d change. Umm, forty minutes let's say, at Flannigan's?"Dave could almost hear Rebecca roll her eyes. "Fine. Forty minutes. I'll wait five minutes. If you aren't there, I'm gone." I'll be there," Dave said and then quickly hung before she could hang up on him as she always did when they spoke."You are going to get yours, Rebecca dear. You're. We have the rest of our lives to be together. The sex is going to be the stuff that fairy tales are written about. I promise to love, cherish, defend, protect you and take care of you the rest of our lives." Baby, I am going to wear you out sexually. You know that, don't you?" Don't be too sure of that, my love. Big J is 10" and loves you already, and can't wait to meet you. Can you match my pace, baby?" J, I haven't met a man yet who can keep up with me sexually. I may be a BBW, but I am. As that is what we had done before I started to massage her at her home. I asked her to flip over and she said that I forgot to do her chest. As I walked back up toward her upper body, I wondered to myself if she wanted just the upper chest, or a full fledged breast massage. My question was soon answered as she adjusted the the towel exposing her breasts, and covered her pussy. I oiled up my hands again, and in a slow circular motion, I spread the oil over her chest. Her nipples hardened. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea, i.e., that he might have been sexually abusing her, he started to zip the jacket closed, but at that precise moment she awoke. Finding her hands bound and her mouth gagged, she expressed her extreme displeasure by trying to kick him. Her attempts to injure him, although inconvenient, were totally ineffectual, as he was practically sitting on her legs. It was a small matter to move from "practically," to actually doing so, and the change in her facial.