If she’d had any choice, it would’ve been too much, far too intense. The yes’s turned into something more primal, a half moan and half scream, ...ow and long and loud. Her whole body shook, the chair shook. She wanted to please him, wanted to be a good girl, so she did let go, let it rumble through her body, on and on. It was pure bliss. Unreal. She nearly passed out, it was so intense. He wasn’t done.His fingers disappeared, which seemed a prayer answered. Then she felt the little egg. Simple, really. Firstly, you are not to tell your doctor, or anyone else, about the healing. Let him check you over like a new patient. Do not, under any circumstances, tell our children about it either. Secondly, you are to stay away from my office. It is, until we sort this out together, totally off limits to you. Do not tamper with power or telephone connections. If you can agree to that, there will be a future for us. What is it to be?" Berthold, as if I would ever set foot into your office. “Huh…well that was fun while it lasted. Wilhelmina…bring the new one over tomorrow for…hmm, a sip of tea.” “O-okay…she’s, she’s a beautiful one.” My name is Wilhelm; this is my near daily routine. My father is of great Germanic noble though is confined to his bed, suffering from great weakness in his limbs and a horrid lung ailment, most definitely beyond medicinal healing of this time. He uses the vast majority of his strength to work on clocks and wood works with nothing but a few sharp. Her eyes were still blue, obviously. Her boobs were still ample, and if they were no longer firm enough for her to go braless—not that she ever had when I’d known her—at least her bra did a damn good job of supporting them. She was wearing a dress that looked kind of like one I’d seen a couple nights ago in an Old Navy ad, as if she were going to a family picnic. Looking at her butt, I guessed that she liked fast food as much as I did, but the dress still made it look damn sexy. Funny, for all.