My need pregnant sex to cum shadowed by the intense pain and ache of my whole body.
One moment I would think Mistress loved me, and pregnant sex the next minute I would think she hated me.
I would get angry and then cry because of my anger at my Mistress.
I pregnant sex felt broken, completely and totally ripped to shreds, and the only pregnant sex person that could put me back together pregnant sex was Mistress Taralyn pregnant sex.
Finally I said the words that had come to mind so many times over the course of this phase of my training.
"Don you love me anymore?" I asked my Mistress.
"Of course, I love you silk. I tell you every day, several times a day in fact." Mistress replied.
"Then why are you doing this to me?" I asked with tears pregnant sex streaming down my cheeks again.
"I told you this was going to be very hard on pregnant sex you, but it will be worth it in the end." Mistress explained.
She then pulled me across to her.
I rested against my Mistress as she drove the rest of the way home, petting me lovingly.
Upstairs Mistress and I undressed.
I looked over her beautiful body with love and adoration, mixed with pregnant sex lust.
Mistress was very stunning fully clothed, but naked she was even more striking.
Mistress pulled me to her, our mouths connecting.
Our tongues probed each others mouth.
Dancing and playing pregnant sex, tasting each other.
Drinking my Mistress in, her hands moved to my ass and pulled me closer against her.
Instinctively my hands moved up to caress her breasts.
They were the perfect size for my small hands.
I rolled pregnant sex the nipples between my thumbs and index finger.
The nipples hardened under my touch, and I felt the electricity flowing through Mistress.
She moaned into my mouth.
Mistress pulled me onto pregnant sex the bed with her.
Our mouths still attached, and our tongues pregnant sex still probing and dancing pregnant sex.
Mistress rolled me onto my back and began kissing down my neck.
I loved to have my neck and ears suckled.
My pussy was throbbing fiercely as I reached for Mistress breasts again.
I squeezed them roughly, kneading them in the pregnant sex palms of my hand.