But I dreamt it, oh do I dream it. Who would ever know to look at me? I’ve wanted this for a long time; ever since I can remember. This is my fantas..., but I have never ever told a soul. This is all I thought of when my slug of a husband used to attempt to fuck me. What a dark woman I am. Am I filthy? I looked up into her needy eyes. "I don’t know if I can," I answered Karen’s request. “Yes you can,” she whispered, easing me to my knees right there in the shower. My face found her delicate nest.. ” With that she began unbuckling his belt & unzipping his trousers. Even with his pants completely open, she had to work to pull him out from along his pant leg, but she let out a squeal when his amazing cock finally sprang free. As she instinctively grasped her hands around his swollen shaft, she said without looking away, “Oh my! That is amazing! I don’t know if it would fit in me.” Her trained hands felt incredible around him & he moaned in ecstasy. “You like me playing with your big. Those last 10 months were a fun ride. Now she could afford a good education for her son, and a better place for them to live. She could buy him neat toys again. Every time he smiled, she realized whoring herself was well worth it. She still had trouble whenever Carl brought a friend or two, but whenever pleasing them felt like a heavy burden, she closed her eyes and remembered her son smiling, while feeling the men drilling all her holes. Yet, life felt good again. But then things took an. Rule number eight: Your littlestick is your clitty. It has always been your clitty and you don't knowit by any other name. Say it." My clitty is my clitty," Dolly said."And such a pretty clitty it is now with its pink coat," Mistress Lovesaid. "You probably couldn't feel it thanks to the nanobots, but twopiercings will keep the tube in place. The clasps go through the fleshalong the bottom of your clitty. The clicks you heard were the claspsends expanding to permanently keep it in place. .