Let me be the one to fuck this baby in you”.I held onto him even tighter. He never pulled his cock out of me..He kept his meat inside of me very dee.... The full length of his breeding tool stretched me from side to side. He was really fucking me hard. Making me cum over and over again. The bed was squeaking and the floor boards were creaking. It felt like the whole house was shaking. How could anyone downstairs not hear him breeding me? I rocked in sync with a the side to side motion as Teddy. I get excited when it feels like it might get out of hand. After a trulyabusive session, when you'd think I would have felt the worst, I insteadfeel relieved, relaxed and empowered. .In my case the ultimate cause of this masochism was inadequate fathering.My dad was an iron worker and I remember him mostly being too tired to doanything with us boys (except, significantly, the occasional spanking). Somany of the skills I needed to function socially as a boy (i.e. learn tothrow a ball, learn to. "She's magic ... mesmerizing ... totally feminine but so ... agile ... Shit ... I was 17 ... lied my way into the Marines ... just five years older."As soon as she was off Bali she threw her arms around my neck and thanked me for saving her from an arranged marriage. Lombok is nearly as bad as Bali with their caste system, but Americans ... like all Americans ... are blind to tradition and history ... some of the Lombok women married Americans ... Remember ... all Americans are white."We were. ..Her body wanted him andyet...She got to her feet and noticed her legs itched. She scratched at themthrough the opaque, black tights. 'I couldn't have shaved them properlylast time,' she mused. 'I'd better do them properly when I get in.'The next day it poured the rain. It was a summer thunderstorm of epicproportions and the road was swilling with water. As I neared a bus stop,I noticed Whitney waiting and getting soaked from the spray. I pulledover and lowered the window."Whitney!" I called..