I received the message from her on Friday evening that her husband has gone to a party. We can meet but not at her home as it’s late and other flat ...people might see.I replied with some options like the fire staircase, behind the garden area, terrace, etc. She responded that the terrace would be the best one and she will meet me there at 8 PM. At 8 o clock, I moved to the terrace. There she was standing at one side wearing knee-length shorts and a top.Her hairs were open and flying in the air. With Julie cutting his hair and shaving his beard, Jeff no longer looked like the proverbial "Wild Man from Borneo" that he did several months before. He was also more comfortable without all that hair to get in his way.Jeff was now a reasonably skilled, if primitive, carpenter. He had built the birthing chair that Julie wanted. It looked very much like a conventional wooden kitchen chair, but the seat had a large hole cut in it for the baby to pass through as it exited Julie's body. The idea. He really started going much faster and it hurt even more but it only added to the pleasure. I was coming close to blowing my load with how good they made me feel. “Ugh, fuck yes!.” I felt my insides grow warm and thick. Having his cum made me feel complete, like it was something i was trying to feel all my life and it finally was there. Bill pulled out of me and made me feel empty and aching in the best way possible. “Jake, if you want sloppy seconds on this girly ass, here’s your chance.”. “Take her to my play room, secure her and I’ll be there soon” As soon as the servant led me into his play room, my heart began beating rapidly. This was a BDSM followers room of delight …one could only imagine to have anything like this - just whenI thought my luck had turned, this is in my future. I was secured to a multifunctional St. Andrews’ Cross then I waited. It was not long before my new owner came in … Looking at me, picking up a large jar of a greenish ointment .. slipping on a pair.