Cynthia busied her days sorting out thenursery and fussing over the slightest of details and eating whollyinappropriate things; it was as though she r...ally were pregnant at thispoint.It was a Tuesday afternoon when she finally got the call from Heather thatshe was going into labour. Cynthia had to match her labour to that ofHeather's, though slightly behind the real one so as to give her time toget from the hospital to the Manor House and deliver the children into thebirthing room. There was no. James was moaning with me now, both of us sweating, the jeep rocking, and making squeaking noises in time to our moans. My pussy a bundle of tingling nerves, I could feel him everywhere, at my pussy lips first, and then deep, deep inside me, I came several times, my pussy contracting around his cock. Then it was his turn, he started fucking me faster, his hands under my ass lifting me to him to get as deep as he could, his thrusts short and fast now, deep inside me, my legs gripping him. It was still enough to make her come; probably because she was rubbing herself rather vigorously; and when I eventually came inside her, she moaned softly.After I had pulled out of her, and we were lying next to each other, she held me tight against her body, and brushed my cheek with her fingers.“That was really nice; very arousing, and thank you for being gentle with my arse,” she said. “I know last time we tried that, I made the mistake of telling you to fuck my arse hard...”A quick trip to. And you’ll be moving your hips quite a bit, sissy. It’s your turn to do all the work! At the ends of the eight garters, where they clip to your delicate stockings, are eight little bells that jingle whenever your thighs move. There might be some music in your future! Of course that ridiculously tiny clit is securely locked away in a bright pink chastity cage to match your garter belt. At times they blend together so well your clit seems to disappear. But what can’t sometimes be seen will always.