I will be as careful as I can possibly be. We will take it slow and if it starts to hurt too much, I will stop. I am not going to force you to do anyt...ing. I've waited this long, I can wait longer if need be," he said. Becky looked up at him with a weak smile. "No, Billy, I've made you wait long enough, sweetheart. You have been amazingly patient with me. I want to do this... I want you to do this. I trust you and I know you wouldn't hurt me. Please, Billy, please fuck me. Fuck your little. "You mean pills or alcohol?" I asked, surprised at the question."Yah ... I guess so."I looked at my son, and shook my head. "I don't think so."But the question was a good one. Was Rebecca using drugs as an escape? It couldn't be alcohol. I would have smelled it, or she would have demonstrated some symptoms. Was I the fool who couldn't see what was going on? I wasn't sure I wanted the answers to these questions, but I knew they had to be asked.Rebecca finally came out of the bedroom at ten that. As I stood before him, his tongue drilled deep into my now boiling cunt. He flicked my clitoris with an enthusiasm that nearly drove me to orgasm then and there. When he rose, I discovered that he was just a little shorter than I with a rock-hard body and six-pack abs. His skin was as smooth as a baby's and his buns were like steel when I ran my hands possessively over them. But the clincher, as you might expect, was his cock. I had fantasized about fucking a monster cock, and this slave had. Her eyes never left mine. “Please, give it back!” I pleaded. “But don’t you love the idea that your writing will be resting directly on the soft skin of my tits all day?” Sarcasm dripped from her words, tears threatened to pool in my eyes, but visions of her perfect little breasts, small but firm halves of an apple, danced in my mind. When I finally managed to squash them back into a dark corner of my soul, I knew that I had taken too long. My hesitancy in answering was all the confirmation she.