She is treating me as her real husband.I released in her love hole and she slept like that only on me. Her boobs were touching my chest and i am huggi...g her tightly I was relaxing. I asked her so you are ready to be mother for my son. She said yes as I am giving her more pleasure and she said she love me more than her husband as he never satisfied her. She said that she is going to give me pleasure and she took my cock into her hands she took my cock into her mouth and she was kissing my cock. It longed too be touched. Not yet. Instead, he moved up, again pinning her hands on either side of her head, kissing her on the lips at first, then deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue.Slowly he kissed down her neck, biting gently above her collarbone. He kissed down in between her breasts, stopping to give a light kiss to both nipples on his way. Her body wriggled underneath his grasp, gasps passing over her lips as they hung open, begging for more of her daddy. Reaching her belly. . remembering that my old ones hadn't survived my last efforts several years previously.After my walk and a sandwich, I began moving the few items of furniture out so I could rip up the old carpet and wash down the walls. That improved matters a little, but the paint had obviously darkened with age anyway.But I had time enough to cook some savoury mince and baked potatoes for supper. I considered chilli, but with unusual sense decided that might not be the best thing for a pregnant woman. I was. It was anchored firmly, that was obvious, and as our Master explained later, the bolt was embedded completely through the wood and fixed tightly into place with a nut. That eye-bolt, perhaps two inches across, wasn't ever going to come loose.An hour later I was attached to it, on my hands and knees with just enough chain between the bolt and the piercing in my pubic mound so that I was able to kneel comfortably on all fours, with my arms and thighs straight. But I couldn't move much. I couldn't.