The next day I didn't call her or answered when she called and I did not go to the Sunday service. She texted me a couple times before I told her to k...ock it off that I was giving her a couple of days to think about things and would contact her in a couple of days. Told her if she contacted me before that I would block her.I called her three days later and she sounded releived over the phone and I asked her if she was still comfortable about the things we had talked about and she assured me she. She never once tried to stop me. I think she loved it. The worse I treated her the faster she would cum. My favorite so far was making her wear a paper bag over her head with a picture of her mother on it. She got multiorgasmic that time, but as long as I put as much semen into her belly as possible, she was eager.It didn't take long for her to realize that it had worked. My fertile spunk had worked its way into her womb and was busy making a baby now. As a thank you, Anne let me cum in her ass. Clutching the top of the fence with his free hand, he continued to slowly stroke his full erect cock, unable to tear his eyes away. Even the application of lotion upon her arms and shoulders turned into an erotic vision, her delicate hands leaving her skin glistening in their wake.He wondered if the show was over when she bent over to place the bottle on the ground at her feet, rejoicing at the perfect view of cleavage it gave him. He realized that his breath had become somewhat ragged and his. Don’t blame him for that. How about when he shoved his dick down your throat?”“Typical male domination fantasy,” I said, dismissively.“Absolutely right. Which you knew. AND you knew it would turn him on, didn’t you?”I sighed. “Yeah, I did.”“And let’s not forget about your persistent need to be punished and hurt. You hide it well, mostly, but it’s always there, isn’t it?”“Yes,” I reluctantly admitted. “It is.”“So, did he or did he not give you what exactly you wanted, what you’ve been.