As the night progressed he continued to keep me close to him. Never letting me out of his sight. Counting all of my mistakes that way he could punish ...e later. I was his toy and he wanted to protect me. Finally it was time to leave and go home. As I saw him extend his hand in front of me I knew I had to give up my keys. This was the moment when I could no longer make decision for the rest of the night...he was in control now. When we reached my house he made sure to enter behind me. As soon as. This process repeated until it looked like a Mexican wave of stars shining as it swept across the sky. Then it would go through endless reiterations of this trend from north to south.Fatty having no interest in such things gave no attention to the peculiarities of the night sky, which if he’d observed, may have chosen differently from his pending action.‘Where the hell am I? Something happened on the base. Fuck, I said it didn’t I? I’ll bet they had some monster locked away in that lab. It must. But there was. It wasn’t just his fucking me that made it exciting but also knowing that while I was being fucked you were downstairs, listening, knowing that I was being fucked.” “That’s interesting,” Ken responded. “I miss cuckolding you,” she told him. “I still think of us in a cuckolding relationship. You are still cuckolding me. Marrying someone else and fucking him is still cuckolding me as far as I am concerned,” he told her. “And Samuel getting you pregnant will the icing on the. I slip the temporary dress over my tiny body and sit at the end of the vinyl bed. The stirrups are taunting me as I try not to imagine Dr. Taylor examining me. This is embarrassing. I almost decide to redress right as he knocks."Come in," I call out, and Dr. Taylor enters by himself, shutting the door behind him. I keep my eyes on the floor while he asks me questions."So there's no pain?" Nope." Are you only performing vaginal intercourse when trying to climax?" he asks casually."Yes." Cue.