My other hand on the knot of your bikini top. While your face turns lightly red from soft suffocation, the knot of your bikini top stops to exist. The...softly kissing of your now naked breasts. My lips can feel that your chest starts to tremble because of the heavy work your lungs fulfill. Slowly my hand captures the hills south of your back. Your trembling hands taking away pressure by ripping pants. Slowly I feel a small trembling hand on my thigh. Gripping my wet slippery skin, searching. Led her to car put her in front seat and we drove about 30 minutes thru town and when we pulled up to a red light I let the window down so drives can look at her. We finally made it to the adult store and the parking lot was partially full. I helped her out and of car and un did the cuffs and then proceeded to take dress off and then I cuffed her hands behind her and then hung the dress over her only buttoned up one button and then I placed the collar and leash on her. Led her to the front door. I rammed her again harder as she screamed, feeling her cervix with the tip of my dick pressing hard against it. “Birth control” she gasped. “Too late” I replied, unconcerned. “You’re getting pregnant tonight”. And my dick if possible, got harder. My primal urge to impregnate this goddess was alive and on fire. I began bucking on her like a wild stallion quick and hard insane with passion. She was moaning in rhythm with the headboard banging against the wall. I kept pounding and pounding making. I felt bad lying to her, but I knew she would rip my head off if I told her I was going to town to turn tricks for my sugar daddy. Theres a lesson there, Momma is always right. I made my way to the bus stop where George was picking me up. He threw my bag in the trunk and told me that I wouldnt be wearing anything I brought. That we were going to get some proper clothes. I was excited, we were going on a shopping trip. I had been to New York several times as a child, but I hadnt left my small.