I did the first thing that came to my mind: I sucked his cock clean of his sweet cum. He then kissed me and left me alone to be ass-fucked; I gripped...the edge of the table as Andrew was fucking me real hard in there now. I was getting the tingly feeling as his balls were slapping my wet pussy. I know reached further forward as Andrew forced me into the table with each harder thrust. I was screaming out loud it’s a wonder the neighbours didn’t come over and complain about that.“Oh God; this. “Would you have your son grow up without his father?” Marguerite asked, her hand rubbing on her abdomen. Jean hesitated, the import of his wife’s words sinking in.“You are with child?” Jean asked, sounding shocked.Marguerite nodded. “I am, and I know it is a boy.”“I see. How do you know it is mine?” Jean asked bitterly. “How do you know it is not Le Gris’ bastard in your belly?”“I am too far along for it to be his,” Marguerite explained. “You don’t remember? The night before you left for Paris,. Becky then asked "what do you do with your cum?" I said that "well, pretty much tissues take care of that". Becky looked at me, hesitated, then asked "could you save your cum for me and bring it over?" "Sure I can do that" I said. Brain came back into the room and said that they were going to the mall. I came up with an excuse to go home anyways (in all reality I couldn't wait to go home and hammer one out to start Becky's cum collection bank). The next few days all I did was jerk off every. She did not want him to see her trim petite body thinking she was too small or too weak to dominate him completely.To distract him, she kept peppering him with probing questions about the sniper rifle even though she had no concern about it at all. Most of his responses were sheer bullshit so she knew he was still in a "Oh go fuck yourself!" mode and she would get little information that could be boiled down to useful intelligence.He twisted his head to avoid the burlap bag but there was no.