When you fucked me the first time, I was seething with anger and total disbelief that my own husband's father would do something that brazen to me. Th...n, as we lay there on the bed together and began to talk, all that anger and bitterness and desire to get even with you started melting away and I let my own bad attitude towards Billy, towards you and towards life in general to fade away. As I did, I began to feel that cock of yours hardening inside me again and when you began to fuck me the. "Donald, this is Abby. Can you do a tubal ligation on short notice?" What? Abby. Are you drunk?" Donald, yes I am. And here is the thing. IF you can do this on short notice, I get an exemption notice and I can get out of here permanently. Know anyone who needs a slightly deranged MD?" Abby continued.Sitting down, Donald took in the change of events. "Sure, I can come into the office tomorrow. We can use a robotic laser or even use nanites to have them do the procedure. Hell, you could inject. I began to notice the tone of her voice would change when we talked on the telephone and she would always tell me if she was alone in the house. Most of my calls were legitimate. Sometimes I’d have a real question for her or my Father In-Law. Sometimes I’d call because I was feeling horny and wanted to hear her voice while I stroke my cock to orgasm. The telephone calls were hit and miss. On the In-Laws visits to our home I would hope and be ready for those times we’d be alone in the living. By then she was back to the steady, guttural “…UH!...UH!...UH!” chant, and there was a distinct piston sound produced by the penis as the coating of oil displaced over it. I accelerated the pace. Twisting around as much as she could, she grabbed my arm, and teary-eyed, made a pleading face. “…aayy papi…sacalo…es…muy grande!” she said, but I was near-orgasm and decided to carry on for a few more strokes so I told her to bear with it. I did pull back a bit, which gave her some relief. Shortly.