’ Once again I could hear the laughter in his voice. ‘We’re not even going to leave the room, remember? And I don’t give a toss what you wear....�� There was a pause. ‘Whether you wear anything, in fact.’ ‘Drew!’ ‘N’night Sam,’ he interrupted, deadpan now. ‘Sleep tight, gorgeous.’ * Whoever invented the word ‘hangover’ had it spot on. Hangover was exactly right. I didn’t want to stand, I wanted to hang over something. Scrub that. I wanted to lie down, sprawl across the sales counter and press my. Then finally came release as the entire contents of my swollen balls surged through my rock-hard shaft, erupted through the tiny lips on its smooth, rounded end and cascaded through the open, soft pink peach of the cervix against which they were firmly pressed.“NNNNGGGGHHH!”Rope after rope of thick, creamy semen spurted into the darkness inside the girl’s completely unprotected body, smearing across her pulsating cervix, through its open mouth and deep into the womb beyond as the final orgasm. .." I wailed in wonder."If you're a very good girl, I might untie one your arms and let you look after yourself," she purred."I'll be very good, Mistress, I promise!" I said fervently.She released my left arm, and as I flexed my cramped muscles, she casually flicked the pegs. I shrieked.She entered me again, and when I touched my clit the top of my head nearly lifted off as the deep sexual rush hit me. Anguish blended perfectly with pleasure, and at that instant, the great surge of sensation. . not ... that’s supposed to be for me!” she ended up wailing.“But you’re not on the pill either!” whined Jack.“I don’t mind having your baby, you idiot!” she snapped. “I’m going to marry you and have four or five of your babies!”“You are?” He sounded confused. He was pretty sure he hadn’t asked her to marry him on this trip. Not that he found the idea abhorrent or anything. Quite the opposite. Being able to come home to Bunny every day, and spunk her pussy every night sounded like a really.