Eventually it all got too much, and she needed more. She needed to push herself further, and become the biggest freak on the internet again. It wasn't...an easy choice for her to make, because she remembered the last time. The awkward clothes that she had to stop wearing. The struggle walking for the day after pumping. The planning life around pumping. The lying to people about why she couldn't do things. But it was way too much for her not to let go and give in. At first she filmed herself. I stepped up to Faye and said, "Now, ask me, pretty please, if I'll be your sponsor..."I could tell by the look on her face that the foremost thought in her mind was, 'How serious is he?' She decided to play it straight: "Will you be my sponsor? Pretty please?" Will you be a good girl and behave yourself?" I asked her."Oh yes!" Then she got this look in her eye. "If I don't you can spank me..." Momma!" Rachel cackled."Good enough," I chuckled. "I accept you, Faye. You are mine." I opened the. I looked around the corner and she was showering alone. I grabbed my cell and left without her knowing. That night I got home she was still in bed. There were new sheets on the bed, no video on the TV, and no sight of the rubber cock. She was wearing an old white dress shirt of mine, white panties, and white socks. She had done her makeup to where she looked very innocent and sexy. I took my boots and jeans off and jumped in bed next to her. She noticed that I was already hard. She asked me why. ." Emma walked out into the hallway, as her mother hurried past in a flurry of fur, perfume, and glittering jewels."Don't stay out too late," her mother said, as she was supposed to, kissing both of her daughter's cheeks and snaking her arms around her in some sort of hug, the best she could do with her stomach."Okay Mom ... actually I should be saying the same to you..."They both laughed, and Emma continued on to the kitchen, where she grabbed two diet Cokes from the fridges, and returned to.