She had to wear a tight corset that severely restricted her waist to get the dress to fit. The dress was actually a hobble skirt. He had designed the ...own himself to accentuate her figure and to remind all present that she belonged to him completely, and that he would display her in any manner he desired. She could hardly walk with the gown designed as it was, and the heels her Mother-in Law had selected were over 6’ high. While she had worn heels before, she had never worn heels that high.. "Bear it with me," he says, as he begins to push more of himself in me. "Argh!" I groan, my face scrunched up in pain. I grab a hold of the bed sheets and pull as he continues pushing into me. "Almost there," he says, his voice short and raspy with pleasure. I pant with pain as he finally pushes the last of his length into me. He stays put as I try to accommodate the foreign feeling of being stuffed from behind. After a minute or two, Henry begins to pull his cock out only to push it back into. I wanted to look away. I was afraid that she might turn angry at any moment and attack me. But she didn’t. She kept flexing her monstrous muscles, admiring the way that they bulged through the spandex. She put her hands behind her head and flexed her abdominals. The spandex rippled to life as her incredible midsection hardened in a waterfall of muscularity. “Mishhhter Parker, why won’t my mom let me show off my muscles?” she asked.“I don’t know, Becky,” I said.And I didn’t. Dr. Rachel. That's what I told myself...and besides it had worked before. lolI ordered a drink and was sitting there, sizing up the patrons and trying to decide who would be my victim tonight. That's when this hot woman broke away from her "guys" and came over and sat next to me. I thought "Oh crap, I've invaded her territory and we are going to have a problem". Nothing could have been further from the truth. She introduced herself as Sherri and I told her I was Debbie, nice to meet you yadda, yadda,.