My reply came with a wry smile, "well you’ll be pushing my baby out in 9 months". I waited a minute before adding, " I’ll get a place for you and ...he baby".It was hard for the 25 year old woman to process the fact that I wanted her to produce a baby. Talking about Stacy’s fertility had also gotten under my skin. I had transformed from a casual lover to stud breeder. My focus had shifted to the prize inside Stacy’s belly by the time she was lying on the big towel on the bathroom floor. While I. . but I'm... I'm just not in the mood right now..."She continued to pout as if he had offended her. "Please, Master, it is necessary that I perform these ablutions on you... otherwise, if it were discovered that I did not, I would have to be beaten." What?" Paul gaped at her. "Well... we just won't tell anyone, will we... ?" Oh, I must tell. I cannot lie. If I was ever found in a lie, my breasts would be branded."Paul stared at her in utter disbelief, but the look of innocence in her eyes told. Wondering who was texting me at midnight I glanced at my phone only to see my wife's name pop up."Hi babe. s*s went home out with another friend." The text said. "Another friend?" I thought, "Who?" "I think you'd like him," the next text said. Immediately my cock jumped. My wife new my fantasies of her acting like a slut but she had always made it clear that it was just a fantasy. Still she loves to tease me and, frankly, I love to be teased so playfully texted back, "Really? Who is he?". "Suck my toes." She commanded. I hesitated for a moment too long as I contemplated the act; the leash was pulled taut, I moved forward, and Blanche leaned forward and delivered a stinging slap to my face."Now! You wretch! I can see my daughter has been far too soft with you!" I hesitated no more and sucked on her smaller toes first, as though my life depended on it, applying as much suction as I could to the fleshy little orbs with sharp painted nails. Blanche chuckled softly with an air of.