Slowly the phallic intruder started to drive in an out of her pussy and she found herself giving a little moan each time it drove in. At the same time...the painful thrill of electricity snapped at her nipples and delicate petals whilst causing her deep muscles to spasm, heightening the sensation of repeated penetration. She struggled her mittened hands opening and clenching in their leather prisons. Every now and again she would gasp or let out a yelp whilst Lord Cosby looked on.The penetrator. Oh, I hope it won't be much longer before you arrive!I won't let myself cum. No, that's also for your pleasure. I want you to know just how good you make ME feel. I want you to know that you are an excellent lover when my pussy clinches your dick or fingers when I cum, or as my sweetest nectar rewards your talented tongue while it's buried between my thighs. I'll sing my highest praises only to you. God has nothing to do with what's going on between us two. Although, I'm sure the Devil is. Maureen answered the bell and upon entering I could smell the heavenly aroma of eggs and sausage. "Come in and sit down ladies, breakfast is served," Bridget called out.When we had finished eating, Siobhan rose and cleared the table, washing up the dishes and stacking them neatly in the drying rack. "She's certainly well trained," I said to her mother. "I think I'll keep her around for a while, if you don't mind." In that case, I guess I'll just have to adjust to washing up my own dishes," she. "What about the other thing when you and Abigail got sick?"Mom smiled. "I can only speak for myself right now. When I walked into your room and got near you, the reasoning processes in my brain short-circuited, so to speak, and everything else became instinct. My reasoning didn't return until insemination was completed. My hunch is that the episode imprinted itself on a non-reasoning, more primitive part of my brain. That part of my brain equates the survival of the child growing inside me with.