Sorrow would eventually win. Tears would flow. "But not now," she silently prayed.She tried with all her might to bring back the strongest and happies... moments with her lover. Her partner in life. The father of the one in her belly. The magnificently wonderful husband of hers ... Bob.But to no avail.She knew the time was very near and her body would release her sadness. She could feel it coming. Welling up inside of her. As it approached she dreaded the moment. She had never felt so sad in all. "Charlotte squeezed tighter, fingers rubbing against the smooth skin and reflexively contracting muscles of his erection. She raised herself up enough to guide his cock between her thighs, pushing her panties aside, sinking down slowly as her wet lips slid over his swollen shaft. Robert grunted, thrusting up and grinding against the inside of her cunt. "Did I-" he said, gasping, "did I just thrust up and grind against the inside of your, er, cunt?"She raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I've ever. “That’s it sex slave”. He rubbed his barefoot across my chest sending an immediate shutter through me. “Oh! So you like it when Master strokes you with his foot. Nice!”.“Let’s go for a ride and a short walk now”. I waited for him to lead me to the door. He walked at a quicker pace than I imagined, but, I kept up with him. In the car he removed my ball gag so I could give him a blow job as he drove. He parked the car at a park and grasped my head with his hands shoving my mouth further onto his. I must have dozed off again as next thing I know she walks into the bedroom with a cup of coffee, “Good Morning Son” she said cheerfully as she sat on the edge of the bed, I opened my eyes to see her smiling face staring down at my naked body, “Morning Mum” I said sleepily, “Did you sleep well?” I asked. “Oh yes!” she said and no reference was made about the quick evening fuck or the morning blow job as if it was an everyday occurrence.My cock was in a state of limbo and she sat there, still in.