You didn’t want Mamma to know that you needed the pill. That was sure to cause ... complications.They didn’t tell Chuck about all this, of course....But they talked about it later that night in their room. They flipped for it. Matilda lost, which was why, the next day, she was the one who had to sneak into the men’s bathroom at the Apco gas station on the highway out of town, and figure out how to feed the machine the coins that would get them two extra sensitive, wildly colored, ribbed. His hands went to my hips and he pulled me closer to him. "I can't wait anymore," he groaned. "I have to fuck you." My legs were already in the air as I felt the hot, hard length of his achingly rigid tool slide against the wet folds of my pussy. He rubbed the head against my clit and I felt another spasm deep inside me as he groaned, "Now!" and slammed the length of his cock into my greedy pussy. He began to move immediately. His hips pumped against me over and over again as he drove his cock. "Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order. Thank you, Mistress." Here?s some more heat for you," and she returned to a paddling thatcovered every part of my pantied bottom, with occasional blows deliveredto the back of my upper thighs." The sharp, burning pain soon had metwisting my middle against the table as far as the ropes would let me.The tip of my cock touched the bottom of the table as each blow of thepaddle caused me to move a few inches forward and up, and between blows,I was able to rub against the table.Stopping after.