Oh, God yes! I didn’t do this very often – it felt too… naughty – taboo almost, but there was an undeniable feeling of enjoyment, and wantonne...s, that made me want more.I added some more lubrication, along with another finger. My gasps and moans grew louder as I stretched myself, pushing my fingers all the way into my bottom. My cunt was crying out for attention, but I deliberately ignored it, concentrating on the image in the mirror of my fingers noisily sliding in and out of my forbidden. Her pussy was not tight and two fingers didn’t feel enough so added a third and in my mind I remembered her saying not to put four fingers in her. The problem is that her pussy wanted more inside her, it’s begging for a huge dildo, cock or a hand. I did it anyway and slid a fourth digit inside, she moaned but she didn’t refuse it, I started fucking her with my fingers and I could feel her pussy loosening up, I made my hand into a fisting shape and pressed against her hole, my fingers slid in. The crop then lead a trail of fire toward the other strap. When it fell off my shoulders, my breasts were almost exposed, my hard nipples keeping the material from giving you full view. The riding crop continued tracing an invisible line across the fullness of my breasts and expertly flicked the material aside, giving you full view of your prize. I felt the heat of your body before you reached out and touched me with your hands. Hands that were strong, hands that were gentle, hands that would. Chapter 4 It happened a few days later. I was preparing dinner when if felt like a knife was stabbed into my stomach. Falling to the floor on my hands knees, I took long breaths to try to handle the intense pain. Fluid started to run down the sides of my legs; the contractions were not subsiding, so I fumbled my way onto my back, grasping at the table legs for support. Inside my womb, I could feel the child moving around trying to claw its way out of my stomach. Small swords tempted to.