Her probing of my ass was increasing and as I looked down her finger was all the way in.The naughtiness of the moment was incredible and she was total...y into it now stroking my cock as she played with my ass. She gave up the fingering and grabbed the dildo, made sure it was lubed and then starting tracing circles around my ass with its tip, each circle getting smaller until she was ready to slip it in. From the position I was in I was able to see what she was doing as well as look at her tits. But there was no doubting his identity. He was the Master Chief; the most famous and infamous of all Spartans. John-117.And the man who haunted Cortana's erotic dreams and fantasies.Ironically, John himself had been feeling stressed out, and so he had gone for a ten-kilometre run along the coast in an effort to burn off some of the excess tension he was feeling. After doing a run like that, most human beings would be gasping and falling over in exhaustion. But John was a Spartan. They were not. " You don't answer with words this time but with your absolute obedience. You suck vigorously, since this is how I've taught you to suck. I pull your head backward a little so that you can watch. "Open your eyes, pet." You open them, still sucking on my drenched fingers, and focus your sight on my face. I am smiling so tenderly, with such pure affection, that you feel your knees buckle yet again, and tears begin to fill your open and staring eyes. "You are so beautiful." I take my fingers. I adopted her legally, but had already adopted her into my heart.Daddy, Daddy, Daddy ... I’m, I’m, I’m ... pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!Then my mind flashed back to seeing her in a hospital bed after nearly eight hours of surgery.The extent of her injuries after being hit head-on by a drunk driver were overwhelming.She had died twice in the ambulance, but they were able to get her heart started again.Her blood pressure was almost negligible due to the massive blood loss.She had compound.