But, it wasn’t slippery, it was his fingers refusing to hold still, unable to stop trembling as he tried to brace his weight against it. He almost f...ll over again, but, forced his knees to stop wobbling. It was a stairway of stone, steep, and if he started falling down it, he probably wouldn’t stop until he reached the bottom, and broke every bone on the way.The weird, white thing in the distance flickered again, then faded into the black, gone. He walked after it, like a moth chasing a light. Before she was thin of waist with hips that seemed just wide enough. She was still beautiful with long dark hair falling just below her shoulders. I had always liked her breasts. Just before she got married I checked and found she wore a size 36D.I had no way of knowing what size she wore now but it had to be much larger. Since she was only a few weeks away from giving birth her breasts had naturally grown. Sex education hadn't really taught what I had learned years before. A pregnant woman's. After a brief and painful rest, she regains enough strength to point her toes again and relieve the pressure between her thighs, but only for a few minutes before she must straddle the board again. It takes much longer for her to summon enough strength to rise a third time, thus repeating the excruciating cycle of pain, fatigue, and then more pain. You are impressed with her endurance and self-control. In fact, no woman has stirred your darkest emotions as much as this one has during these. Breasts straining against the corset, begging to be released."Carry on playing my Lord, I see there is something that needs urgent attention."She took the head of his cock in her mouth and twirled her tongue around it. Savouring the saltiness. Completely absorbed in the moment."Huh!"Her knight's triumphant shout made her head snap up and look at the board. She read his placement."Oysterposition! That's not a word." Wrong!"He smiled triumphantly. Lunging at her, he threw her onto her back and.