She was a big old woman, obviously the circus fat lady. A giant poster proclaimed "BERTHA - THE WORLD'S FATTEST ------- LADY" (one word was too smudge...d to read), and the painted face went no lower down than her nose. Clearly, she looked happy. But Louis wasn't sure he wanted to be a fat lady."Rob, I can't be a fat lady! Can you talk some sense into Mr. Bailey?" Louis, I'm sorry, but when Mr. Bailey gets his mind fixed on something, he can't be talked out of it. And besides, you might enjoy it.. “If you’re quite done fucking around, can you get back to fucking ME?” she demanded. “Certainly, I choked with a giggle, knowing the overly dominant tone was something she never used with me, but perhaps was what her husband was used to suffering. I obediently returned to my post, spitting on her pussy, again for the view, and was pleased that I made a direct shot into her hole that still gaped a little from my last visit. I followed it with a firm slam of cock into pussy.“I’m cumming!” the. I assumed she was trying to keep quiet, but she couldn't help it and her moans kept getting louder. I could see a small stream of fluid leaking from her vagina as she kept pleasuring herself. Finally, there was one last moan and she orgasmed. You could see her contractions, even from a distance. It was amazing. The next few days I contemplated whether or not she felt the same way about me. My plan was to masturbate in my room and see how she would react. I knew at approximately which time she. ‘Charles, I’m so confused,’ she whispered. Tears choked her voice and ran freely down her cheeks. He sighed. ‘You can hear me, right?’ ‘Yes…’ ‘Okay, now listen carefully as I’m speaking. Where does my voice seem to come from.’ Jenna furrowed her brow. ‘Inside my head.’ ‘Does the sound seem to originate from somewhere in the room?’ ‘No.’ She swung her head around, trying to get a bead on the source. There was no external beacon. ‘Okay now, my darling, think back to your classes on human.