“No, Sir,” I yelped. “Good.” He rubbed my bottom. He spread my legs with two fingers and began to stroke my pussy. I moaned. “You are so we...,” he observed proudly. He slipped a finger inside me, then another and began to thrust. I squirmed. He slapped my ass with his other hand as he fingered me. I was heading towards coming, and he hadn’t even touched my clit, which I wanted him to, desperately. “Cal, please... Rub my clit.” “When I see fit,” he answered impartially. He continued to smack me. " Please Billy. No. It hurts. Take it out. Please Billy"."Relax Hunny, it'll be all right."Then he started and I screamed. Billy kept on fucking my pussy with his fist. It hurt, like hell, and just kept on hurting."Billy. Please. Stop. It. Hurts." Relax doll. I can feel your cervix. I'm going to try to get into your womb." No Billy. Please. I'll die. Stop. Pleaseeeeeeeee!" I can feel it opening honey, just a little more and. That's it. It's open, Holy fuck. My hand's in your womb."I looked down. I didn’t aim for the nose.”“Hmm.” Trixy sipped from her coffee again.“And what is happening with the guest room?” Trixy switched subject.“Another embarrassing subject,” Donna sighed.She had hoped she could switch the story to the trip to the Caribbean, and to getting Lisa to forgive her. But Trixy wasn’t totally satisfied yet. She wanted to know everything now she had a chance.“Why are you refurnishing it? Why like that?”“It was Ninon’s idea, and it seemed ok at the time. It came out a bit too. After dinner he called Ana, saying it would be better if we could go to his place. He had a very comfortable house not so far from us.His name was Vince. He was a nice looking black man in his late fifties and he was a great host. After he poured some drinks, he explained that Richie, the stud to fuck Anita, would be there by midnight. The black stud finally showed up. When he kissed Ana, she seemed to melt at his touch.Vince had his cock out and he was stroking it. He told me my slutty wife.