"That's all you got?" I say. "If you can survive without cumming, then you can make love to me. But you won't, dear. Trust me." I am almost all th...e way in now. He moans like a woman. I love that about him. I love how he moans. His usually masculine voice somehow reaches a higher pitch when I am doing him, and he becomes so soft and gentle. I begin to pump away now that he is loose and compliant. He is my little bitch now. I just love it. I own him. I do love him. I love how he is. You got someone there fucking your pussy?" "Simon, I need to go." "What have I told you about calling me Simon? You call me daddy." He slid his free hand down her body and between her legs, pressing hard against her pussy through her leggings making her whimper in pain. His strong fingers toyed with her and she pressed against the door trying to put some distance between their bodies. "My teacher saw my bruises. He knows something is going on." Simon's eyes flashed angrily and he pushed. "When we put the boys to bed, perhaps you can toughen up my nipples," she said, her voice coy. She was alluding to their first Lamaze classes, when one of the nurses who was teaching the class said, with a completely straight face : "It might be necessary for you fathers to bite the bullet and toughen up mom's nipples by sucking on them gently for ten or fifteen minutes, four or five times a day." After the laughter had died down, she said "And I know it's a lot to ask, but please remember.... Our way of life. So wekept to ourselves," Stephan continued."But children grow up. I moved to New York and Elizabeth found a manwhom she thought understood her and loved her but he treated her badlyso she returned to the farm. During our absence we let the housedecline but when Elizabeth and I returned I started to renovate it." Then one day I came home and found Elizabeth stabbed through the heartby her ex-lover who still had the stake in his hand." I was left to do what I could. This.