"Myname is Bunni Hopp," I repeated. Morgana laughed. "I know!" I squealed."People laugh at my name all the time, but I LOVE it! I also love horsesan... kids and I have a white Persian kitty-cat named Bo Peep. Do you likeanimals? I love animals! I think I love animals almost as much as I lovemy unborn babies. Do you have kids?" I asked Morgana breathlessly. Iknew she didn't, but my stream of consciousness squealing just continuedunabated. I somehow knew I was supposed to be in my twenties,. She had lubricated enough in about five seconds to provide a smooth entry for the kid. His arm went in past the wrist."Oh, yes, oh God, yes," she said, pushing forward with her pelvis. "Fuck me with your arm, baby," she said.Now this got her husband really hot, and I had to remind him to slow down. He tried his best, but I knew I had only about a minute left if I was going to get a quadruple cum shot out of this.It was the newlyweds' turn. "OK," I said to the 300-pound husband, "fuck your wife. "I can take care of that," she said. "Won't take but a minute, and we can get back to sleep." That thing stays hard a long time," I told her.She grinned at me wolfishly, pushed my legs flat, put a hand on my belly and got up on her hands and knees, bending to examine my morning erection as if it were some sort of natural phenomena. She poked it with a fingertip and glanced back at me. "That's the worse thing I ever saw," she said, "an' I've seen a few."She opened her mouth, licked her lips and. They do.”“But...” she was still looking bewildered and confused. She was fighting the Collar; trying to keep her identity. She had put the Collar on and vowed to be his sex slave in order to demonstrate for Amber and Cindy, but she hadn't promised HIM while wearing it. She needed to resolve this in her own mind in order to have any peace.“Let me make this simple for you, Lilly. When your standing or sitting, or laying down, you're my wife. You're Lilly, with Lilly's thoughts, and job, and life..