“I’m dumpin my load in that little cunt” he tells her, looking into her eyes. “But I’m not on birth control” she blurts out, unable to do ...uch under his strong manly grip. “You should’ve thought about that before you decided to be a whore in our household” he says, the dirty talk making his cock even bigger inside you. “But you might get me pregnant!!!!” she says worried as she tries to squirm off of his big prick, he just grabs her waist and pulls her back onto it. “Here it comes” he groans,. It wasMistress Ivana's slave farm. I was home, or as much of home as I nowhad. The limo glided to a stop at the front door of the house. There Iwas met by Mistress Susan, who led me into the house and into an office,her office. There I found out why I was back."Slut, I have been following your adventures since you left here. Andhad decided you were now ready to return. To tell the truth, I very muchenjoyed your use and service. Since you left the last time, I havebecome Mistress Ivana'a heir. You better make it fast, his blood pressure is soaring." She hurried off to run her next errand.Mike settled in at his computer station and began to punish the keyboard once more as he tried to impart the excitement and drama of the latest episode of what he decided was "the story that keeps on giving."Just as he completed his task Dirk rushed into the reporter's cubicle and plopped four eight by ten pictures on his desk. The first one showed the fat cop, small peter peeking out of the unzipped. The sun was warm and the air smelt sweet with the fresh green spring morning, but by early afternoon the black clouds had rolled in and the sky was lit up by an electrical storm. I had made it back to the car before the heavens opened and emptied rain, hail and more rain over the countryside. I had done enough for the day and could spend the afternoon writing my notes up. I had been given a key to the flat and quietly I opened the front door of the flat; hearing sounds of grunts and moans I.