Her name is Shilpa who got recently married.. She was from Andhra. Her Husband works in a construction firm. I didn’t ask for her number nor did she....Next day I woke up early and waited for her on the terrace.. She was different and happy she asked about me and my family. I asked her ‘what happened yesterday? You were pretty dull’ she replied ‘I’m new to the locality and my husband doesn’t like me talking to others’ spoke to her a little while and we exchanged numbers. She warned me not to text. And used me so fully! And intimately. As I suck on Your log, I truly imagine that I am a deep throating little cock whore for You, as I struggle not to gag on Your delicious shit. This is what i've become. You have molded me to this moment, to perform so devotedly for You and Your clients and friends.I begin to choke on the log of shit that is now completely draped over my tongue, and extending all the way down my throat!"Focus, slut! No choking! Control yourself. You know what'll happen if You. I reached one hand up and untied her wrists leaving the tie attached to the headboard. She stretched her arms to the front then moved both hands to her crotch massaging the area and gave a low extended moan. I didn’t want to lose my place in her ass so I left her ankles secured for now, but did manage to push her heels off with my feet so that she could move her feet more easily and relax her legs a bit more.After a couple of minutes, she moved her hands to cover mine at her breasts then. "Hello?" Molly, it's Sean. Can I talk to you for a minute?"She chuckled softly, a throaty sound even over telephone wires. "I thought I'd hear from you eventually," she said."Hey, all I want to know is if what I've heard is true," I said roughly. "Nothing more." And what have you heard, Sean?" she asked, almost playfully.I took a deep breath. The next couple of minutes would have a very real impact on the rest of my life. "Are you pregnant, Molly?"There was a long pause. At the time, it felt.