"Think of the babies," had been his favorite line to get her to do what was best for her and what he wanted her to do. He spent a lot of hours, rubbin... her belly, speaking to it, resting his hand on it to feel his children move. It was something they did a lot, especially at night when Tabby wanted to sleep."Tabby, you need that food more than the little furball does," Mikel said, reaching out and touching her hand. "Are you feeling all right?" I'm just not hungry and my back has been bothering. “Why not get a divorce?”“I love a man’s erection pumping in me. I love his cum in my mouth. A dildo or a vibrator is no match for a throbbing cock.” She was on a high.“Why didn’t you share this with Mr. Big?” I had to ask.She hung her head as if in shame. She didn’t answer me as we arrived at the gate of a Beverley Hills mansion. I pressed the intercom, said the password and were buzzed in. Only a few cars were parked at the house. My contact told me that this was a small intimate affair.“What. As Trish calmed down, she opened her eyes, Alain’s face was now just above hers, he went to kiss her, but she turned her head to Dave and saw concern there.Dave spoke up, “Did you just cum again? Shall we stop for a bit and let you get things together?”“No, I’m OK. Don’t move, and yes, I had a small one. Bear with me.”Trish thought to herself, ‘It wasn’t that small,’ but she knew the big one was not far off now if she could just get the guys to hold off. But she couldn’t delay them much. You treat me like an idiot he sighed. He wandered over to the drawer in the opposite corner to me and opened it, surveying the implements inside. Up! he demanded. I scrambled off bed. On all fours then he sounded impatient, like I was supposed to be psychic. I got down on the floor on my hands and knees and arched my back for him, pushing my arse out to please him. He looked in to the drawer again, he was muttering to himself and laughing at random intervals. He picked out a riding crop and.