I assured she doesn’t have any sex in this periods . She is totally live for her kids I really appreciated her , but I upset on seeing her beauty . ... decided to fuck her , second day I went I entered her house no one in the house I just knock the door , than she replied from the bathroom so I waited there , for a while she came from the bath room and went to the bedroom for dressing , while she cross , I saw her beauty’s . She just wear the petticoat and blouse than she covered with towel she. This is not how I remembered my bedroom feeling.I went to take a fistful of my sheets, only to feel cool dirt sift through my fingers. My nostrils finally registered that earthy scent that’s been surrounding me, and the little panic at the absurdity of everything finally forced me to open my eyes and accept the truth.This was not my bedroom at all.My bedroom had a bed, for starters. I also remember a floor not made out of dirt. There was roof as well. None of that here. All I saw around me was. He is now permanently limp and size has drastically reduced. I started the clock when I put him in his smallest cage yet after reducing cage size several times over months before. This is how he is kept all the time except for very rare removal of the cage for hygiene.He has lost the ability to get even the slightest erection but he can still orgasm given the right stimulation. Orgasms for him have been separated from my sexual pleasure and are awarded to him for his performance in giving me. You reach up to release my hands from your hair, you kiss and suck at my clit for mere seconds and then lean back. "I don't know if I can take this anymore, Jay. Please no more teasing . Don't torment me anymore". I am pleading, begging on the verge of tears. "You can take it sweetheart. Your'e getting there, baby. Your'e almost there. You know what you have to do. Get on your hands and knees for me ," you order and I quickly scramble to obey. Hoping, praying that this is it.