"Honey, how much of that was because I ate you out in the kitchen, and wouldn't let you eat me?" Hmmm? That had nothing to ... I don't know. Master, I...m sorry. I don't want to fight with you. It's just ... It doesn't matter how often we fuck. It's all I think about. Whatever you say, my mind goes straight to "how can I turn this into getting him again?" Well, it's an issue ... and it's more important than anything else I want to talk about. We already know that no one man can handle you, and I. I was literally shocked with this and she gave me a naughty smile saying, kya hua paintings ne jhatka diya kya? I also started laughing and by the time I put my coffee mug on the table she caught me from behind and said, hey baby let me paint you…..I was surprised to hear and I said What , to which she said, that the female friend with whomI was shopping was her friend and she knows me and my ‘job’ and she is really craving to get painted from me since long. When I came to know that she knows. I'm petite only 5' 2” and weigh about 115 lbs. Johnny picked me up and put me on the kitchen counter fo(r)cing my legs open. Johnny was attacking me.I tried in vein to push his head back. Once his tongue found my clit I wasn't as aggressive in fighting him off. I hadn't had my pussy eaten out in years. His tongue felt wonderful.Johnny what would your mother say?I reluctantly yet lustfully gave in and let Johnny eat me out. I had a hard time processing what was happening to me. His tongue eating. Marianne nodded and the woman put her arm around Marianne's waist and helped her through the rantings and confusion."My name's Arlene," she said as they finally closed the door behind them leaving the demonstrators behind while the kindly eyed woman ushered her into a small conference room."Hi, I'm Marianne." Well, Marianne, how can we help you?" I... I'm..." Pregnant?"The young widow nodded."Married?" I'm a widow." Home test or doctor?" What?" Did you determine you were pregnant with a home.