I need more than a half hour a day with you. I need it.”«“I swear, Cindi, if all you can give me is a half hour, I will fill that half hour with ... full day’s worth of pleasure.”»Uncertainly she consented, “Yes ... My Lord.” She didn’t really have any other choice.«“But we won’t worry about it unless we need to. And we are going to cross that boundary with every confidence that it will work, that I will still be with you afterward.”»“My Lord ... how ... long have you known about. She was on her side facing her husband and Billy had snuggled up behind her. It was unmistakable, he had an erection pressed against her lower back. It nestled in crack of her bun above her tailbones. From what she could tell it was at least as large as her husband’s, although she’d never had his contact that part of her before. Perhaps he was just having a wet dream.Something else was going on, she discovered. The next night she was not yet asleep but her husband was snoring, sound sleeper. With its extra wide purplish knob and foreskin stretched halfway down his long shaft, it looks extremely repulsive (at least to me). He did try pleading with her, but Sona would not. He seemed offended; he forcefully pinned her down on bed and mounted her. Pulling apart her slightly plump thighs on either side of his knees, he advanced his hefty set of penis and testicles to nudge her vaginal crack. Sensing his rather violent mood, Sona instinctively tried shielding her naked body by closing. . maybe, yes, it is possible that I am looking for you to recognise me as a desirable woman.”“Can you remember when your birthday was?” I sked her.“No, no I can’t. but I remember that my name was Barbara, I actually am a Barbie,” she replied.“Good, then, Barbara, I prefer that name ... you are now eighteen years old, give or take a few months,” I said to her, “and you have grown into that beautiful woman,” she preened, is that the right word, and then I continued, “your body is much more that.