He continued: “And you’re gagging. Ugh. Gagging on my big fat cock.”“Ooh, Billy, go easy on me,” she begged, curling her body up while she r...n her hand down and between her legs. She rolled over to her belly, then onto her back again, rubbing herself hard and fast.“I’m coming,” Billy said.“On my face?” she asked.“What about your face?” another voice asked.Angela sat up suddenly, tugging the black lace hem of her lingerie nightie to cover her womanhood.Her son stood at the door of her bedroom. It was here that her small and light size was to her advantage, along with having six legs. While her paws weren’t that big, she did have six of them, which did distribute her weight a little bit better. As long as she was walking she sank very little, but as soon as she started moving faster, she hopped to stay on the surface.So it didn’t look like a lodge at all, until you walked forward and looked over the banister. On the floor below there were even more people, though nearly all of them. All of us wandered through the area looking at the temples. Then the lunch was ready. We all had lunched. We boys started playing cricket. Girls were talking and cheering at us. Then evening began to fall. We had booked a Dharamshala for the night stay. Girls & boys had separate rooms. I was getting desperate to be with Revathi and could not sleep the whole night. We all got up early in the morning, did our morning chores, had breakfast and got into the bus. After 2 hour of journey we reached. .I'm.....God Wendy, I just can't". "You can't what John?say it, tell me, tell me what you can't do to me, what you can't giveme, I want to hear you say it, I want to...I need to hear the words"." Please Wendy please please don't make me say it, I can't Wendy, Ican't" I hear my pitiful words in my own head and my self loathingescalates to another level, what sort of husband, what sort of man amI. The answer comes immediately. I'm not. I'm neither. What sort ofhusband tortures his wife with his.