She arched her back in acceptance and began moving her head from side to side as I continued to insert my finger as far as I could up into her womb. ...he was almost there when I positioned my member at her opening and started it on its journey up her vaginal canal. It slid in easily, being well lubricated, and stretched the walls out completely as their welcoming gesture of acceptance and when I bottom out next to her cervix, a guttural growl escaped from her lips as she melted under my. Again moving was difficult because of the hand-cuffs, but I did end up swinging my legs down to the floor and then walking to the door way. Yes it was Captain mounted over Stevie, giving that ass hole the ride of Steve's life. Mistress was smacking Stevie with a soft cat of nine tails calling him a big faggot and a cock lover. Part of me was glad I did not waste any cum on Stevie last night, not fucking that ass, Captain was doing a great job of that this morning. Honestly I did not feel. ” She started pumping back into me. “I need to see how long it takes you to cum, as well as the quantity and quality of your semen. That way I can make sure… ah fuck… that you are… in perfect health… fuck!” she came hard around my cock. “I hope you don’t mind if I cum a few times along the way.”“Like you said, it might as well feel good. Cum as many times as you want.”“Will do! Thus far, I’d say you’re very healthy. And you reach all the spots that are so easy to miss. But please keep going so. Becky didn’t know why I baulked every time at her insistence in singing “your” song, huh! Your bloody song! For many years I couldn’t tell her the truth about her favourite song, to challenge her understanding, against all the sworn evidence, that her favourite song was penned by me and dedicated to you when you were my bride. She may not sing like an angel, but Becky is one in every other respect; she saved my sanity, made my life worth living and continues to do so.Jack’s lawyers sent me.