I knew it would. She pounded harder and harder. When she slipped out, she would unceremoniously shove it back in. She continued delivering the full...ess of her dick into my body with as much force and aggression as she had in her hips. I could feel my head bouncing every time she hit bottom. “Oh, you’re raping my asshole.” I told her. I had given up fighting her. “You’re breaking me in half.”She came hard. It was intense and wet and loud. “I’ve gotta have cum in me right now.” she. "Thank you,Mistress."The same thrill was still there, but not so much this time. Shebriefly wondered how he felt about not looking as much like a mananymore, but she didn't pursue the question... it was one of those thingsthat really didn't matter, and there were other things that needed tobe done now. "Okay, Sissy. Highchair time."Chad followed her into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he was stuckin his highchair with a bib around his neck, eating a large bowl ofoverly bland baby cereal. It is the one magical word which, just by its sound, can describe pain, pleasure, love, and hate. In language, "fuck" falls into many grammatical categories. •It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive (Mary was fucked by John).•It can be an action verb (John really gives a fuck), a passive verb (Mary really doesn't give a fuck), an adverb (Mary is fucking interested in John), or as a noun (Mary is a terrific fuck).•It can also be used as an adjective (Mary is. Tippi was wearing a long, dark green skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was loose and she looked as fresh as ever. ‘How can you party till nearly dawn and look so good?’ ‘How can you drink until two then drive home?’ ‘I wasn’t thinking straight.’ We had this exchange as I led her into the garden where I had set a small table ready for a light lunch. She sat and I fussed around a bit, bringing wine and food. We talked, ate and drank companionably. We were facing each other across the table. Her.