As long as we’re together I don’t really care what happens. We can have our family while we’re young enough to enjoy them.”“So about getting...married?” I asked her. It had to be her choice.“I want to be married. We could do it in April,” she said with conviction.“We can do it this very minute!” I quipped.She scowled, then grinned. “Good idea! But regarding the wedding, I have one week’s holiday left owing. The office are pretty flexible about my time off since I’m a trainee. I have a wedding. I was getting ready to cum....not something I really wanted to do in another guy's wife. I told her "I'm gonna cum now" and tried to roll her off me, but she just spread her knees further for leverage, and continued ramming her pussy down on my cock. She looked down menacingly into my eyes and said through her clenched teeth, “You’re going to stay in there until I let you go. You’re going to get me pregnant, you son-of-a-bitch.”I can't say that I resisted very fiercely, and I didn't argue with. It had a huge king sized bed with black silk and satin covers, the walls were bare of posters or photos just black and silver wallpaper and one dark wood cupboard. His room was en suite too; Lola blushed when she remembered the day she found this out.She had been sitting in her favourite reading place on the window sill when something caught her eye, she looked up in time to see James emerging from the bathroom in nothing but a tiny towel covering his manhood, skin glistening from the shower.. Part of her was worried about being caught and she knew the smartest thing was to turn around, go back to her bed and pretend that she never never saw anything. But another part of her, the part that slowly took control of her body, felt something warm and itching build inside her. Without thinking about it, she started fiddling with the hem of her nightgown, pulling it halfway up her bare thighs before she realized what she was doing. With trembling fingers she released the thin fabric.*WHIP*.