" I thought you chickened out," I said. "I almost did." Well, the thought did cross my mind."We both laughed at that and went into the bar and each ha... a beer. It was obviously not a good place to talk openly so we went back to my apartment. We sat on the couch, I put on the TV and we started talking – again awkwardly. A little talk about our sexual interests, but we mostly made small talk. After about 20 minutes I couldn't take it anymore. If this was going to happen, if I wasn't going to back. “CHARLES IT HURTS BUT YOUR FINGER FEELS GOOD!” He continued to thrust slowly until he pulled out allowing his Mother to relax, he lifted his head and saw his Mother’s breasts rise and fall exhaustedly, as she tried to recover he began to thrust his finger inside her again.“OH GOD CHARLES NO MORE!!” Her muscles ached from the pain.“Take my hand Mum.” Charles left hand was held out to Sue who took it gladly, she squeezed his hand hard remembering she had done the same with his Father under. . if I want. Maybe you have not earned or pleased your Master enough for him to allow you the pleasure of his cock, his gift for his slut. she should beg for her Master to fuck her, fuck her harder, making her moan, growling when you allow her to cum. Slut loves when you shove your cock in her ass, using the wand over and over, hearing her scream. Slut would love for Master to get her to the edge, pull his cock out and shove it down her throat. Maybe make her use the wand her clit, while he. " I'm not sure." I shall take my clothes off and lie in your bed. If you want to make love with me then I shall be more than obliging."This was more temptation than Nadezhda could resist. It was the truth. In a physical sense Beatrice was no less the woman she used to love. Even now she was aware that Beatrice was a machine—indeed a machine of superior intelligence—it was difficult to reconcile that insight with the simple physical presence of a woman with such beautiful skin, such tender lips.