I unbuttoned and removed my shirt, allowing her fat ass to collide with my bare torso, resulting in deep claps. It was insane. Her back arched deeper ...nd her booty sat even higher and bigger. "Fuck! It's so much ass on you woman! Shit!" I said, as our bodies met, smacking against each other as I dicked her down like she demanded. My stroke became more pronounced as I hit it harder, driving my long shaft up her pussy from behind like it was the last one I was going to get. The clapping got. But to try to prolong an orgasm when I wanted one so badly – another story. Master did not give in, as usual, and kept the toy on my clit, as far away from my needy hole as possible. I could feel my insides pulsing, craving something to be shoved deep inside me, hitting my cervix, making me cry out in both pain and pleasure. But as usual, it did not happen. I groaned, growled really, as my frustration started to build up. Master must have sensed this, because he placed yet another vibrator on. My mother said I would bear but my child would be dead, like David and Bathsheba….’ ‘I won’t listen to such filthy trash! If that’s what’s bothering you, take it out on them, not on me!’ Charles’ face was white. He placed the snifter on the table next to the sofa, and his hand was shaking. His face was red, his mouth compressed. He stood up abruptly. Was he going to hit her? Her whole body stiffened. She stood up. If he hit, she would hit, to protect their baby, to protect herself. ‘Darling,. Upstairs in the master bedroom she said, “Please don’t mind if I take off my coat, its awfully hot.” Now I could get a better look at those beautiful set of tits. “Please be a darling and get my notebook, I think I left it in the basement.” Off I went, for her I’d do anything. I was just coming up the stairs when I heard the shower running. The door was open in the bedroom when out she came from the bathroom water still dripping off her onto the floor. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was wiping.