I then thought of a man leaning over me, pushing his hot, hard cock into me, pumping slow and deep just like my fingers were doing. The heat from the ...un helped my fantasy, imagining his body on top of mine, his warmth making our bodies hot and sweaty. My fingers were pumping faster into my love hole now, and I was hitting my spot every time. I thought of my mystery man pumping harder and even deeper, his balls slapping against my tiny ass hole. I was getting really close, one hand strumming. "Okay. Let's go home," Master nodded. "No running, Dare. Stay with me for a change. You have to start slowing down."I barked sharply and laughed at that. I was slowed down and I felt like I was terribly fat, swollen all over with my pregnancy, and I still had a couple more months to go. It had been nice for a while, but now I was anxious to have my baby and be done with it. To see the child I'd been carrying inside me for so long. I was still in good shape though, strong and physically fit and. “Thank you my love,” said my agent cheerily.“Sod off Sharon,” I muttered, but she just laughed and hung up.Sharon Acorn was my agent. She was sixty five, not even slightly attractive, and a cougar. Fortunately I’d been warned about her predatory nature, and so far hadn’t been caught. However by stringing her along just enough, without ever promising anything, she got me lots of work. Luckily she also had a good sense of humour, so when I told her to sod off, or bugger off, or I called her a. And he was holding his ... his cock," I spat the word, " ... just looking at me and stroking it ... and it was so big and so thick..." I sobbed a few more times and drew in a shaky breath. " ... and I couldn't help it. I'm so ashamed. I thought about what he was going to do to me ... if it would hurt me because it was so big ... and I started to get wet." I cried through this last bit, impossibly trying to close my legs in pretend shame at my arousal."Are you going to untie me?" I asked; I.