In-utero he was fine and quite lively. It was when he was born and attempted his first breath would he be touched by struggle. So touched by the news ...f this probable loss we grieved even before he was born. For two weeks we cried and tried to console ourselves thinking we had lost everything. Then amazingly we stopped crying. The week the doctors wanted to induce labor he, my son, had his own plans. Natural labor was taking course so I elected to wait being touched by his attempt to come on. ..perhaps on the third or fourth day.... if days stillexisted, there was food.The first time it happened he did not notice the plate at first. He hadbeen asleep, awakened as usual by the light and lying on the floor hadrolled over to find it there in the almost exact centre of the room. Itwas in effect a ploughman's lunch...bread, cheese, butter, salad. Therewas nothing with which to eat it, but it was there and he was ravenous.He steeled himself to eat slowly, small bites, chewing thoroughly. “Oh, fuck,” I cry out, arching my back even more, squeezing the butt plug in the process, “please, master, fuck me with that toy! PLEASE! I need to feel my pussy as filled as my ass! Oh fuck, please master, I want to cum so badly. PLEASE give me a nice fuck with that toy. I wanna feel the double penetration. I want to be fucked in both holes at the same time. PLEASE!” I am practically screaming at you.“Alright whore, take this fake cock!” You shout suddenly, and thrust the dildo fully into my. Of course, this could all just be wishful thinking on my behalf. Her eyes were a greeny-blue mix and she had dyed her shoulder-length hair dirty blonde. She seemed around my age, maybe a few years younger. She was attractive, and I was definitely feeling horny, so I wanted to test my assumption. I picked up a shirt I was looking at, one I hoped would look good on me. I turned around. She was no longer looking at me but I could’ve sworn her eyes had only just guiltily flicked away from me..