I also tried to get home on weekends to be a father and husband. The kids adapted better than their mother did. Even with the help of our families, it... was still on her to raise the kids. I wasn’t there to drive Riley to dance class or run errands or even to watch them while shopping. She also informed me that I wasn’t there to perform another important task, scratching her itch. She bluntly told me that battery operated boyfriends weren’t sufficient. She was ‘paddling the pink canoe’ too often. You speak, "Well, you cleaned it out well enough, I'll give you that. Good." Your hands shift on my ass, i hadn't even realized you'd knelt down. i could feel the pressure as You stood, though...and then moved forward...and then pushed Yourself into my opened hole. i cry out, totally not expecting this invasion. Reflex catches me for the briefest moment, and i try to move away, but stop, You still in me.For the first time i speak, "This slave apoligizes for reflexivly moving, Sir. Please allow. Then, he presses against me.And good lord almighty, I can only think to myself about how I am not going to be able to take the massive girth on this man...All I can do now is hope for two things: he'll be gentle and that he brought a condom. Your hands begin to explore my body as my mind suddenly begins to race. The concerns of getting caught made all of my senses on hyper alter. Your large hands caressed my soft thighs, rubbing slow circles with your thumbs on my hips, fingernails gently. Were I not in a lust-fuelled haze by this stage, I would have taken time to admire her pose – her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, her lower lip caught behind her teeth, her eyes burning bright with desire, her hand resting on her inner thigh, as if to draw my eyes to the wetness between her legs. In the state that I was in, however, I was unable to hold back any longer. I stepped to her, between her legs, and hooked my arms under her knees. Almost too forcefully, I pulled her.