She had been so lost in her story, she hadn’t felt them.“I-I’m sorrry.” She blubbered.“Do you want me to talk?”She shook her head. “No! ... need to get through it.” She gulped and continued. “Henry impregnated me that day. I didn’t guess for the first six weeks, I was too worried about him raping me again. As soon as I knew, I sought an abortion, but Henry guessed. His father hadn’t a clue. Henry called me a baby killer. He gave some stupid, elaborate reason why a mother had to deliver an incest. It bounced and probed the delicate flesh around her vagina, but couldn't find the opening."Put it in, Bitch," he growled breathlessly, "hurry up and put it in you."With a sob, she reached down to his bobbing, dancing evilness and took hold of its disgusting shaft. Moving the great oiled head of his serpent down, she quickly found the wet readiness of her cunt.Groaning in protest, she fitted the repulsive head of his prick into her waiting socket.The instant he felt the heat of her pussy wrap. He continued his spanks of her ass while she pleaded to be a good slave and serve him. She called him master as requested and started to beg to please him. Her ass was raw, and she was sobbing as a kid when he finally quit.She was told to get on the floor with head down and ass high. Crying she complied as he removed all his clothing and displayed his huge cock in front of her. She begged to suck it, but he said only after she earned the right. He walked in back and started rubbing her pussy. I felt her roll over and then she opened her eyes. She kissed me, pressed her breasts against my naked chest, and then said, "That was the most wonderful night since you left." You bring out a lot of desire in me and I love having you next to me. Your skin feels delightful all over me. It was a superb night." As always, I want you every night." She pushed back and said, "I know. I can't have you all the time. Cynthia warned me that we would still have to share, even while we're making up for.