It was now the only way she could cum and she had the sudden urge to upgrade on her plug. The larger metal buttplug seemed to be calling to her and sh... quickly eased her fingers around the base of the pink buttplug currently occuping her horny ass. Sliding it out reminded her how much she loved to play with her ass and excitement built for what was in store for later. Her empty butt immediately yearned to be filled again and she duly obliged, pressing the cold metal point against her willing. “If you have knocked me up with four more babies ... I will love you four times more than I ever thought I could and if you give me five the time after that I will love you five times as much.”“You won’t kick my ass four or five times harder?”“Paul, I love being pregnant by you. I love the feeling of your babies moving around inside me. And I love you putting them there, and talking to them as they grow.”I could feel tears dropping on my chest and was about to ask what was wrong, again when she. For the first few days I didn't even come out of my room.Pepper left me alone, either through knowing that harassing me would do no good, or just not caring. I didn't know, but I was alone. My friends called, Ryan came by but I didn't even want to see him, and so I just sat and stared out the window. The whole room still smelled of her and when I closed my eyes at night, I kept reaching for her unconsciously, only to find the other side of the bed cold.I drank, I cried, I did all the dumb shit. At first I wonder if it's the sort of spiky-but-affectionate dynamic that you sometimes get in these long term relationships but I soon realize there's a genuine issue. Fiona really does look down on Paul. Perhaps it's because of the imbalance in their appearance. He's a weedy beta-type male, small, balding, bespectacled; she on the other hand is a bit of a looker, a tallish, beautifully proportioned brunette, face to match the figure, who oozes a kind of classy sexiness. She's out of his.