‘I read your e-mail. Why did you ask me that, Camille?’ His breathing seemed get louder and deeper – not in a sexual way, but as if he was getti...g upset. ‘Well Michael, I just thought I’d ask because the last time we talked I…,’ he interrupted me yelling into the phone. ‘Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Shut up!’ He started to cry, which had its domino effect on me as I, too began to cry. He hadn’t spoken to me like that before and I couldn’t understand after all those deeply personal conversations. I put my hand on her head and chin was slowly rubbing it. She closed her eyes with a mild moan and blew a long breath on my thighs from her nose. I understood she was not only depressed but needed to be aroused as well. Slowly I lowered my hand and grabbed her right shoulder and started stiffly massaging it.All the weights I lifted till date gave me a good strong grip. She seemed to like it as well though I was pressing her tight. She bent her head on her shoulder squeezing my hand between her. She opened it moving aside tissue paper and removed a long shiny pinkcorset. Robyn unfastened his dress again, flipping it over his head asshe had done before. "Robyn pull his pantyhose up as high as you can,they will act as a liner under the corset."Robyn took the waistband of the pantyhose, tugging gently, tellingbilly to wiggle and squirm, she pulled and tugged until the hem wasjust under his arms. They were pulled so tight the seam in thepantyhose had worked between his cheeks. Separating. I’m not pulling out, even for a moment. Tell me you love my big cock.”I am completely full of a hot, throbbing twelve-inch dick. “I love your big cock!” I scream it.A couple times he flexes, grinds his pelvis against mine, making sure his massive cock stays all the way inside. My pussy locks around his massive dick. True to his word, he holds this position for a half hour. I cum six times on his cock, writhing uncontrollably underneath him. He laughs each time I orgasm, loving his effect on me..