When she felt him enter her, her eyes would roll back. She would start to moan and cry. The feel of him, growing inside her, filling her, were more ...han she could take. She would tense and start to orgasm soon. She bounced up and down on him as long as she could. He often talked to her. He told her she was a good girl, and that he loved his pussy. Sometimes he would call her his bitch, but she didn’t care, she just wanted to keep bouncing until she came. We both have desires that are. You’re kind of backward in the ways of the old neighborhood,’ he said patting down the dirty blonde hair that Mario’s slap disturbed. ‘You ask me anything, Mr. Russo, and I’ll do it,’ said Anthony further expressing his emotions with his hands, as do most Italians. ‘Who do you want me to—’ ‘Nah, nothin’ like that. Calm down Tony,’ he said looking at him. ‘May I call you Tony? Anthony sounds too formal like something I’d call my little nephew when he was receiving his first Holy Communion or. Marsha was all caught up in taking care of “Little Ricky”, her present from a married Irish cop with four young ones of his own. Both Nancy and I helped Marsha with her expenses since that prick wasn’t about to give her the time of day unless she got on her knees and made him feel good.At least, she seemed happy toting around the little bundle of joy everywhere she went and even to church on Sunday. I never saw such a well-adapted vision of motherhood than Marsha on her worst day. She had this. Don't allow me to sit down while inside; if I kneel, it should only be with rice kernels duct-taped to my (very tender from the day before) knees and shins, to insure that kneeling won't be a 'restful' experience. I should be pretty tired at this point--I doubt that I will have gotten much, if any, sleep while suffering in my stand-up bondage last night. While inside, I should like to shed my skirt (or whatever), so that my mostly bare ass will be available for occasional canings, beltings,.