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Unfortunately, your prayer to be untied and ungagged was not to be as Bertha lounged on top of you indicating content in her afterglow with several burps and farts before falling asleep. You tried to rock your body to roll her off, but the immense weight along with her legs and breasts splayed to each side made it impossible. She, therefore, remained with her bald head resting on your shoulder as she snorted constantly in your face.
This did not mean you gave up. John Lemure is not a quitter After wrestling for some time with the ropes on your hands, you manged to free them, but even with their strength you could not work free. Pulling the gag, you yelled at her but only succeded in getting a few passionate oinks and burps she was so sounded out. Surely, others in the house must have heard your calls; but then again, they were probably no louder or urgent than some sounds you'd made playing games with a few of your favorites. Plus you had given strict orders never ever to interrupt you when with a woman unless the house was under attack, and only then if you were really needed to help.
Finding it useless to continue, you relaxed and plotted what to do to her - and your harem - for this outrageous suffering. It was during your review of each moment of torture that you remembered the sensation of a pricking on your prick as you reached the peak and exploded, which was far superior to what you've gotten from many of your harem. You now had a strange feeling emanating from your member that was still fully engaged tightly deep in Bertha. It was one thing to grow so uncontrollably aroused, but quite another to remain stiff for this long.
By this time, your grasp on consciousness was waning fast. You weren't even sure if you weren't just dreaming all this. Bertha had become just a heavy blanket to you, and you actually rolled one arm against her, though you couldn't reach around her blubber to her back. This motion just caused one big fart from her that fragmented the room as she burped in your face with breath that was a close rival.
That's all you remembered until you awoke the next morning cuddling up to her. But something was very different.
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