’ At that, Light Heart was inclined to help. ‘Sir, please, where are you so I can help you?’ she called out. ‘Oh, thank God,’ the voice sai...d, sounding relieved. ‘I’m over here. Just follow my voice,’ they said eagerly. Light Heart walked Walking Light closer to the sound of despair. ‘Please hurry,’ the voice pleaded. ‘It hurts something dreadful.’ Light Heart came upon a young pale skinned man in travelers clothes leaned up against a sturdy tree. He clutched his leg and his face was twisted. If you had been nice maybe your former clients would pity you but youcan expect no help from them and you know what your former friends willthink. It won't make any difference that you had nothing to do with howyou look, all they'll see is a fat woman just like you did.You own the gym so you can work out all you want but I'm betting youwill have a hard time enduring the taunts and stares from everyone. Itwon't surprise me if you find solace in eating and get even fatter andthen try to diet. .." Be quiet little one, unless you want a spanking!" he warned her quietly."Please... oh, Peter, please... stop!" she pleaded in a whisper."You're not having a good time my sweet slut? I thought this would entertain you!" he said, smirking evilly."Sir... I... I'm going... oh please... stop...." she said imploring him with her eyes.Peter smiled knowing she was on the brink and he didn't want her to fail just yet. He backed the vibrator off and it settled into a gentle hum. She panted and wiped. His eyes widen a bit, as my warmth envelopes him. He whimpers as exquisite pleasure over takes him. My pussy muscles grip him like a velvet glove as his shaft slides inside me. When I feel his balls against my flesh, I stop moving, momentarily, giving him time to adjust to the feel of my pink folds.Then, very slowly, I begin to glide up and down his pole. His hot rod was moving it in and out, slow and easy. We were moving against each other in a slow dance of passion. I very gently osculate my.