She wanted to tell him no, that she was too tired, too scared… but found that she couldn’t. It was almost as though her body was no longer under h...er control, as if she could only do what he told her to… everything seemed very hazy, almost dream-like. A second finger began to enter her ass and she groaned as the tight hole stretched, her upper body going down on her elbows, although her ass was still presented to Jonathon for impalement. His fingers dipped in and out of her body, stretching her. Royd knelt down beside her then licked his lips. He reached pudgy hands to her heaving breasts and touched them delicately, like a child holding a new toy. His fingers ran gently over her dainty mounds and hard nipples. A sharp tingle surged from between her legs and she arched her back reflexively. Soft caress ran over her flat stomach to her shapely thigh then fade. A short ragged breath was all she managed before the fingers returned. They traced along the outside of her breasts then brushed. Breakfast next morning was taken in dressing gowns in a grey kitchen, rain lashing at the window, and she remarked that “it was lucky it had not been the day before as the sailing would have been a ruin.” He replied that “her shirt would indeed have been wet and no doubt she would not have got away with just a blow job” and they laughed together the worries of the world temporarily forgotten. She suddenly asked about the letter received yesterday and he glanced at the clock, “yeh you`d better. ‘I didn’t want you to have an operation. Jo, is it dangerous? He mustn’t have it if it’s dangerous. A baby isn’t more important than you Mike. You don’t have to do it!’ ‘I want to do it, I want to have a baby with you. I’m looking forward to seeing you pregnant. I bet you’ll be even sexier then. Jo, tell her it’s not dangerous.’ ‘Well,’ she said hesitantly, ‘it’s no more dangerous than any operation. I suppose they’ll do it under a local anaesthetic, do you know Mike?’ He laughed, ‘Well,’ he.