In my dreams, I didn't call him Master like I did whenever I was with him. I would call him by his real name, at least I think it was his real name. I...would dream about him kissing me tenderly, like he did anyways, but his cock would be moving slowly inside of me, cherishing the moment as we made love; yes in my dreams, we were making love, not just pure fucking. I always wished this was the case in real life. He was tall. 6 feet 2 inches, possibly. His muscles were well defined, his stomach. ”Pause... “I don’t anticipate a problem, all the trigger responses were confirmed just as planned.”Pause... “We’ll be home in 10 minutes and know for sure soon after that.”Pause... “Yep, I’ll give you a call soon after getting home or sometime in the morning, depending.”Pause... “Ok, talk to you soon.”He put the phone away and took my hand, giving it a squeeze and smiling at me briefly before watching the road. The next ten minute drive home seemed to drag on.We finally pull through the gate. He whispered into her ear.Ana started to sob behind her gag, but soon the sobbing was replaced by some muffled squeals, pain sounds as I could know, when the black bastard shoved his monster cock between her buttocks. I thought she had her anus well lubricated after having been butt fucked by the first bastard and she could bare the brutal intrusion of this second man, but his dick was really massive, more than eleven inches long and thicker than his friend´s as he had said.The bastard grabbed. I have an appointment Monday with a realtor to look at a few houses I think will work for us. It is your option, Justine, as to whether we get married before or after the baby is born." I say that we do it before, Aaron. Diane, will you consent to be my co-wife? We will share Aaron in all things and Aaron will be father of record for your children. You will live with us and help raise the children. I love you as much as I do Aaron, and I want you to be my wife as well as his." Yes, yes, and.