” She looked at me.“I want,” I whispered. She shuddered again.The immediate concern was getting all of us where we needed to go for the holiday....Mary flew out Saturday morning and Eva on Sunday afternoon. We went out and got a small Christmas tree for our house on Saturday afternoon and decorated it with any miscellaneous objects from our childhood that we could find. It was mostly lights that I got at Lowe’s on sale with some red balls and tinsel.Sunday night, my dick kept switching between. Dan was out of town and not expected back for a few days. Anyway, we went to a local bar. Jane had a few drinks and was tipsy (she didn’t weigh much at all), while I was borderline shitfaced. We decided to go home, and Jane talked me into letting her drive me home because she said I was too drunk. While in the car, Jane asked if I would stay with her that night. I agreed but she also said nothing was going to happen. After we got to her place, Jane told me to get comfortable on the couch while. Before my pregnancy he lookedhungry for sex but now he doesn’t like my belly and itisn’t even big yet. He hasn’t, you know, touched mesince we knew. And the problem is that my gynecologistadvised me to have frequent sex with him.”“Gynecologist! Frequent … SS, But why?”“Because my gynecologist thinks I had a small vaginaand delivering a child naturally will be difficult forme. She advised me to have sex with my husband incertain safe positions to. My tongue probed at his slit, gathering up his salty precum.He groaned.“You like that, Master?” I probed again.He groaned, chest flexing.“Yep. And I'd bet you'll love this.”I opened my mouth wide, mindful of my sharp teeth, and engulfed his cock. He was bigger than my last master, Warleader Therek. I'd never have to suck his cock again. Master killed him. So I put all my effort into pleasing the dick in my mouth.I sucked.I swirled my tongue.I bobbed my head.My hands stroked his shaft and played.