I had the house cleaned by 9 AM.I was so bored.And horny.I've gotten used to getting laid, often, and I was missing it. And my pregnancy seemed to jus... ramp up my hormones to teenage levels. I rubbed my flat belly; I would be showing soon – I was only seven weeks pregnant – and for a moment my horniness was forgotten as I fantasized about watching my son or daughter actually grow up.Then the lust came crashing back and I squirmed, pressing my thighs together. I needed to cum so bad! I thought. . He turned to her backside and licked and kis her back and waist. He holded her boobs from behind keeping his hands through her arm pits and started squeezing hardly. She shouted with pain and pleasure.Then he found her petticoat string, in one pull he untied the knot, it fallen down around her feet. His looks fixed on to her bushy part in between her thighs. For this sudden act, she closed her pussy with her hands bending slightly, her boobs made wonderful view, while she is bending. She. Oh dear, I havelearnt so much about men. Mostly they don't have a clue as they look toplease themselves with little idea of what their women want. (I am surethat it is the same in bed; men need to become women to understand whatpleases them!) He inevitably headed towards the black nightdresses andundies, so I started the questions to make sure that he bought somethingthat would please his wife. I finally persuaded him that a pretty paleblue nightdress and matching peignoir would be more. Further session planned with Ylena for today.Jenny's RecollectionsI'm told that I have to go again to see Ylena, my Gaspazha. I imagine it will involve another beating. But, somehow, I long to see her again; to hear her soft, insistent voice. One of the escorts comes to take me from my cell. He tells me to face the wall and draws a broad belt around my waist. He buckles it tightly. He takes my wrists and cuffs them behind my back. He slips the hasp of a padlock through the staple on the buckle.