She still had no idea who her mystery note-writer could be. At this point, she didn’t really care. She just craved a hard cock in her. At 4:30, her ...cell phone buzzed with a text. “I’ve noticed you wriggling in your chair, my little slut. I know that you have complied thus far and I know you would do anything to see this journey through. Here is your final set of instructions for the day. You will go to the company workout gym ready for your workout as you do every Thursday. There will be a sign. ”“And why the hell are you so excited? They’re probablysaving their cherries for a couple of dumb football-players.”“I don’t think so.” Sandra smiled at her little secret.“Yes?”“I watched them kiss. More than once.”“You chicken hawk you! And the next time you takeadvantage of me when I’m half asleep, I’m gonna skin youalive, you fat bitch!”“You loved every second of it.”“Thanks for. I didn’t get any sexual feelings, and his dick was thin and small. He attempted many times to insert his dick inside my cunt. But he failed to do so.After two years, he managed to insert his dick inside my cunt. I felt nothing, but he was in a sweat. I was feeling his dick like a broomstick, and nothing happened to me.After three years of struggle, I was pregnant with him. My in-laws believed that I had a problem and I did not conceive due to my health issues. But the reality was my hubby. She liked taking care of her body. She didn't want to get fat, she liked it too much. She was slender, but not too thin. She didn't want to look skin-and-bones either. Her round, dark brown eyes with their large eyelashes kept staring at her tummy, as she had lifted her shirt a bit to have a better look. She started getting conceited about her body and stood up. If there was something she enjoyed doing at night, was hanging around naked. She felt free and sexy. She unzipped her jeans and took.