This, again, made him question human physiology, the laws of physics and how much spare volume there really was in his abdomen.As he was still gasping... spitting the excess saliva into the bowl, the bathroom door creaked open further. First, only Becca's head appeared. Ben managed his best hangover-ridden smile while still kneeling before the toilet, both hands trembling, but firmly locked to the seat. There were slim chances, he thought, Becca hadn't yet looked at her phone. He knew her unlock. I-Bar had sent cars by to check the location several times since Friday, and whether it was day or night, the cars were photographed each time they drove down the street. The entrance drive itself was blocked by two of the biggest Hummers that I-Bar had ever seen. These had to be military versions, but regardless of who they belong to, their positioning and accompaniment by more than a dozen heavily armed guards made getting past them impossible without something equivalent to a Marine landing. I held her hips and began to thrust slowly.For the first time, she expressed herself as she moaned to my thrusts, “Oh…ma… Gopal you are so big and hot. Give me your baby. I want to be your child’s mother. Give me your sperm.”“Oh..Nirmala…you are so sexy. If only I could have you all my life, not as my wife but as my sex slave. I would fuck you every night and give you lots of children. Take it Nirmala and carry my baby.”I began to thrust harder into her and soon she orgasmed so hard that I. He removed his hand from my head, so my face wasn't pressed into the pillow, and now both his hands were pulling my cheeks apart ... And then his cock broke through the ring of my ass and dammit it hurt, but it was thrilling to get fucked again, being a helpless schoolgirl getting fucked hard. Now that he was inside me, he grabbed my hips and pushed inside, slow strokes, a bit deeper each time, and I told him he was being too rough, slow down. He stopped for a moment, told me to quit being so.