"Are we not like them?" "Are we different?"I glanced at the one beside me. "Different how?" Are we your sons?" "Like they are?"I parked the car and tu...ned to face them both. "What the hell are you two talking about?" The others..." " ... Yann, Ivan, Sean and Juan." "They are brothers." "They say your sons." "But we..." " ... and Zane..." "We are not sons." "We are other." "We want to be like them, Boss." "How become we the sons?"It took me a second to link all the sentences together. Then I got. Our nipples repeatedly brushedagainst each other as we swayed back and forth to the heavy rockbeat. Other girls dancing near us were dancing in a similar manner. Inoticed that a few guys who were dancing nearby were watching usintently.I began to sweat from the combined movement of our dancing and fromthe heat inside of the club. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed on tomy hips from behind. When I turned to see who it was, I was lookinginto the dark and mysterious eyes of the pretty girl who. I felt guilty, yet relieved that he agreed. Sitting next to this man, naked, holding his hand, had me aroused. I wanted him to fuck me. Getting pregnant was in danger of coming in second place. “Just do what you feel is right,” I said softly, standing up and pulling him to his feet. My body had no intention of giving my brain time to think. “I promise you won’t get anything wrong.” I felt something warm dribble down the inside of my thigh. It may have been the excess of semen inside me,. But after he removed her leash while they were in the pen and stroked her across her back, she smiled and pressed her face against his leg, glad that he wasn’t angry at her.He left, shutting the pen behind him, and returned to the house. She crawled over the dirt and hay to where an old mattress had been placed. It was moist, even though it was underneath the above shelter, but it was soft so she lay across it, stretching herself out. The reason for her exile from the house became clear when.