He holds me tightly as He rocks deeper in me while I orgasm. All I can do is repeat myself. “Thank You, Master, oh thank You,” I say, through moa...s and whines of overwhelming emotions that shoot through me. He doesn’t let up on me as He drills into me. I feel the power behind His orgasm, before I even know He is coming. He fills me so deeply in my womb and grunts and growls, filling me with His hot seed. I lean back into Him, as He keeps moving inside me. I feel Him push His seed into the. But he replied to that man that she was happily married and in his view that made her off limits. Such noble and old-fashioned values, is it any wonder that I had fallen madly in love with him?I watched him hurry out and into the building each day and I longed for him to notice me standing here, but I am just part of the backdrop of his daily life, seen yet not really seen. One day I pray he will see me and look at me, and when he does he will realize my true feelings for him, and then we can. “OK. Where to?"“Go to Lacy Ave. 1825."Sitting in back, Mick started rubbing my wife’s leg moving slowly to her pussy.“Mmmmm. No panties. I like that.”“Less to take off."“So what all you into?”“I have a few lovers.”“But what do you like?”“Little bit of everything. Sucking-fucking.”“So you like other cock instead of his huh?””It’s my body and I‘ll fuck who I want. Besides--he doesn’t have much anyway. “Got a small one huh.”“I call him turtle dick for short.”“Turtle dick. I like that.”“You ever. The heat became pain, a distant nagging that rapidly began to grow. I didn't try to count the strikes, it would be pointless to try and keep up with the hundreds of blows she was inflicting upon me through the steadily building pain.And still it went on. Three hundred strikes? Four hundred? Mistress once told me that she could keep up her one-a-second pace for twenty minutes, an incredible twelve hundred strikes. She tended to get bored and switch to another torture form before that, though.The.