You tell me not to speak but ask me to nod if I feel I need more, if I've been naughty and need another smack. I don't hesitate one second, and nod ye... and quickly there is another SMACK, moving my hips forward and making me press up against the desk.My heart is racing, my breathing is rapid, my hand tight on the desk's edge. Without warning another smack. Then another. "Mmmmm, mmmmm." Surprisingly this is a major turn-on. I feel my juices leaking down my inner thigh. I turn my head slightly to. âIâm sure sheâd love it.âDarla grew with every passing day, taking careful measurements of her girth and not just making personal notes, but posting it to her blog for potential clients to see. Getting from her bedroom to the living room was a Herculean effort- she would take one step, then rest, then another shuffling step, then rest, her belly seated comfortably on some pillows and sliding along the hardwood floor before her.She had long since given up on wearing any sort of clothing, and. He wanted to take the biggest one there was with ease, to show that he could handle anything they dished out.His wife inquired about lube and Derrick said, "Damn, we forgot the lube, you'll have to lick his asshole to get it wet or stick it in dry." Bryan froze. He feared that his wife would take out her anger at his infidelities on his unlubed asshole. His fears didn't last long as he felt the soft touch of his wife's tongue on his rear hole. In their entire time together, she had never done. Her first deep breath was ragged and jagged. It was followed by a gasp of realization, of desperation – she had seen the cave and the chains. Where am I? she croaked. Darian was not sure what his body was attempting to do, but he found his head was shaking. Her voice cracked the second she spoke. Please…who are you? Why am I here? What are you going to do to me? It was the same questions. Always the same questions. Yet even in her parched tones, it was clear to him that her voice was oddly.