Becky cried out: "Yes! Yes! Oh, Alan!"Christine jammed the dildo in hard, then grabbed the bulbous end she had hid from Becky's view. "Take my cum, ...ou fucking cunt! This is what you get when you steal my man! Take my cum and get fucking pregnant!"She squished the bulb on the end of the dildo hard, pushing all the sperm that had been stored in the dildo forcefully up the plastic shaft and into Becky's hot, fertile cunt. All the semen that Becky had brought them through the night had been. It was only small miscalculations that had left both Susan and myself even alive after his ministrations; he'd done his dead-level best to kill us both, me twice over. I fervently wished him a miserable time in prison.But the real biggie that continued to haunt me was Susan. What happened on that front was ... nothing. Nothing at all. No contact from her, no word about her, a complete zero.I'd come home with a lot of hope. OK, she was still recovering from Quiller running her down, I figured,. The sadness welled at the top of his vision, bleeding out of him in thick droplets of saltwater. He didn’t blame Emily – that would be absurd. Sometimes he wondered if it was worth it. Soon – even Emily would be off into the chaos of college. A maelstrom of masters and missives.Did she need a future – he could care for her. That was of course until mortality took hold, and then what? She couldn’t collect his pension – not unless the laws irrevocably changed. He wanted to keep her there, didn’t. I was enjoying it so much that I could feel the passion flowing through my body. I let him know from time to time how much I loved sucking his cock. He just stood there enjoying his blow job and kept calling me, “his little bitch”. I was too man. And I liked it. I liked feeling like his bitch, I like being called his bitch, I liked being treated like his bitch. I told him that I would suck his dick everyday as many times as he wanted. I was his dick sucking whore. He told me that since I loved.