.But that was fleeting and I dropped to my hands and knees, my resolve failing, and crept back to the bedding submissively, yielding to something unse...n and unknown within me. I crawled back into my place, between Bandy and Bush, moving slowly and careful of the deep rooted pain in my lower belly. The ring, that one thing, was the most difficult to understand and accept; the most frightening thing too and I worried over it. My nipples I could understand, the tattoo I could appreciate and find. " You? But I saw the rings." What can I say? Married women need loving too."Just then Don came up to us. "I see that you are none the worse for wear so I guess Tex held the lions and wolves at bay." He did a great job. So good in fact that I was just about ready to find a broom closet somewhere so I could properly thank him."I said that without thinking. It was just supposed to tweak Don's nose a little for abandoning me for so long, but what happened was that Don turned to Tex:"I didn't know. Once the man was satisfied the balloon was as big enough, Debbie then had to deliver it still inflated onto the mattress. He'd help pull it from her, but she'd have to push real hard to get it over with quicker. She was almost hysterical now her wrist sore from twisting the anal plug almost irrelevant compared to the monster growing inside her pussy's canal.She couldn't tell but it felt enormous probably 5 inches wide. The man realising her body wouldn't stretch anymore stopped pumping. Debbie. A good friend of the family offered to take on my sister – who shared the same age and class as their daughter…but my parents felt that they would be abusing on their generosity to ask them to take care of me too. So I was offered the choice to return to Mauritius. Since the death of Grandpa, Grandma and one of my aunts had been living alone in the house and they were eager to have me as a surrogate daughter. I couldn’t have wished for better!! To come back to Mauritius?? Where do I sign?.