It's inevitable. Your husband would dothis for you. Since you did not get married I have the duty as yourmommy to do it." I shivered as I knew that th...s was all hanging over myhead.I wanted to cry, but stopped as she stood up and then picked me up. Itwas effortless as she took me to my room. The ruffled pillows and softsilk sheets reminded me how far I'd changed already. Was the last couplesteps really that far?I still shivered to think that I'd be Popped and Docked. I had no cluewhat it looked. I suggest you get yourself back home before it gets too dark. I don’t want to have to arrest you later, or worse, call the coroner and your husband while standing over your dead body… Got it?” His last question really was more of an order, and I could merely nod my head, and flash a weak smile. With that admonishment, he got back in his car, making the remark that my outfit made it look like I might be a working girl. A high-priced one, but still a hooker.I glared at him as he roared off,. ’ He let me hold onto the crook of his arm like a gentlemen as we climbed the stairs of the ornate mid-1920’s extravagantly restored concert hall to a private box just for the two of us where there were more champagne and finger foods. During the show, we’d scan the audience nearby before I’d rub my hand over his cock or he’d slip his hand on my thigh under the hem of my dress, each time sliding closer to the apex of my legs. Madeleine Peyroux was exquisite, and sang most of the songs off her. Deep trouble. That's because there were some feelings she had to work through associated with being made to wait for this."Don't you dare cum in me," she panted as I rodded her with long, delicious strokes. "You'll go soft, and I want you very, very hard for a while yet." I'll do my best," I said, my voice tight. The truth was I was already thinking about cumming."And besides," she said. "It just worked out that the end of harvest is my most fertile time, so if you cum in me I might get all.