.. most of all, though, the idea of the contrast, the pale, freckled ginger with the rich dark brown of Carver’s flesh ... very erotic, very sensual... I think.“And I know that I’m fertile now ... you handpicked the father of my child, Master, and unless you give a contrary order, as a good Bottom slut, I should stick with the candidate that you chose, right? Not that I object to the orgy ... no, I will happily throw myself into it ... per your commands ... already have. I just want to make sure. She was rubbing her eyes and taking slow even breaths. “You coming Brook?” my dad asked. She took her hands away from her face and looked at me, knowing full well I had a smirk on my face from my father’s choice of words. She rolled her eyes at me and looked up at my dad, “Yeah. Yeah, just need a second.” The orderly started rolling me towards the door and she heaved herself to her feet, following along behind. As I was wheeled through the hall, a doctor came up to my parents, “Make. Something tells me this is going to be fun.' She knew she would never be able to keep what she had been doing a secret forever, and as long as it was now out in the open, she was determined to face it."As a matter of fact... Martin, yes. The boys and I were having fun. Would you care to join us?"She smiled as she saw the Superintendent reel back at her suggestion. He was really not a bad looking man, she thought. In fact, he would be rather handsome... if he would just open up a little."Join a. . a fake fake ID," she finished glibly.We clinked glasses, then had to set them down on the tabletop untilthe laughing fit passed. So, why did I have a vague sense ofuneasiness about this new development? Perhaps I should have thoughtof a discreet, plausible reason to hold on to her ID for her...It was an amazing evening. We drank more than we should have on awork night, but certainly not enough to incapacitate us. We were, byfar, the most popular stop for men seeking dance partners - and.