I asked her did she want my cock. Of course she said yes, and begged for me to ram it up into her pussy. I moved closed sliding my cock up and down he... slit lubricating the tip. I placed the tip at the entrance to her hole and asked what she wanted. She moved her hips trying to get my dick in and begged for me to put it in her. I wanted her to ask for it. I wanted her to beg for my cock. I asked again. She then told me how she wanted my monster cock in between her legs. She wanted it buried. He folded up his padded BDSM bench and put it in his car.So that Friday, Guy left work early and headed downstate. He put the poopsicles(TM) in an portable electric cooler filled with ice in his car to keep them frozen. After a long drive through New York City and out along the Long Island Expressway, he arrived at his destination out on Long Island and checked into the hotel Friday evening.After checking in, he set up his folding BDSM bench and took a quick shower. As expected, he got a call. During that same seven-day period each month I would drive by my house over my lunch hour and there would always be two parts company trucks in the drive.But nothing happened.Either Kevin was as sterile as I was or Sandy was making him use a rubber or having him pull out before he shot. Sandy was getting frustrated. She wanted that baby and couldn't understand why it wasn't happening. For the first two it seemed like all I had to do was walk into the room and look at her and she was pregnant. I. The realtor had given me directions, but she was unable to get there straight away, possibly wouldn’t arrive for at least another hour; some family emergency, or other.The utilities had long been off, the bills had been unpaid; but no one had bothered checking up on the two women staying in the house.The mother, Helen, didn’t even own a car, she didn’t have her licence. Neither did she work. Cindy, her daughter, had not attended school in quite a while. They were both looking very malnourished;.