The more I hear you enjoying it, the harder and deeper I put it in my mouth.After I got your dick nice and wet like you like it, I climb on it and eng...lf it with my wet pussy. I ease on your dick, enjoying feeling it inside me, myself. I began to work my pussy and ass on your hard thick cock. I grab the head board to help me to able to ride harder on you. After I have rode as long as I could, I finally let you have the reins and let you control of the session. By the now, I know you are ready. I looked up. Maybe I’m dreaming? That notion was quickly erased and I saw myself again in the mirrors hopelessly attached to this torture machine. Or was it a pleasure machine? I was starting not to make the difference. I looked at the timer and saw that only 15 minutes had elapsed since Mistress had left. Oh god, 45 more minutes; no way, I’m going to die of pain or pleasure or both before. I had to figure out a way to survive for the next 45 minutes and fast because the wand was already doing. The birth was normal and the baby healthy, but the early labor was a scare. Francine had Michael on March 12, one month later to the day. In the confusion, no one noticed he was also born on his father's birthday. I could almost relate. Mother and I are only two days apart.My return to Boston was surreal for a number of reasons. Rather than drive, I flew to Logan International Airport. A limo and driver were waiting. Rather than going to Roxbury, we drove to Peabody House on Cambridge Street,. My brother quickly slipped out from under him, starringup at the dog quizzically. This soon became a game andwe would get on all fours, wait for Mackie to sniff us,then stand on our back, then we would turn around anddance with the dog, the Mackie then standing on only twofeet. We did this on several occasions. It was not until later that I began to puzzlewhy Mackie did what he did. Surely he did not want todance, dogs aren’t cut out for that sort of thing. So,the next.