To summarize, she is a loaded weapon seeking a target. I have some influence over her decision-making but her motivation at this time is that of an as...assin. God help the matriarchs if they attempt to put the heel to her."They spoke further for nearly an hour when suddenly an explosion sucked the immense doors of the room off of their hinges and dust fell from the ceiling. Isabelle stalked into the room scanning those seated with a look of eagles. "Anthony. Come. We are not welcome here."Tony. " Kay got up and went inside the store as the woman held the door for her."My name is Linda and I own the store. What is it I can do for you... uh?" Kay. My name is Kay. Well it's my bra, or rather my breasts. You see I'm seven months pregnant and my breasts have grown and I can't find a bra that fits rights or provides support so I though maybe that you could help. God, I feel like a cow with udders hanging down to my waist."Linda looked critically at the young woman. She was young, early. Ned lowered himself to one knee, then both, bringing him to eye level with Jennifer's trimmed pubic hair and now puffy pussy lips. He used his free hand to first feel the hair. It felt different than regular hair. Just below the hair at the top of the slit, poking out of it's sheath, he saw, what he learned from health class, was called her clitoris. He ran his finger over the top of the nub and immediately felt Jennifer almost buckle at the knees. He felt Jennifer's hands come to rest on the. After watching the reactions of the husbands when their wives were being fucked with the strap-on, I had a feeling that, if someone would start making and selling them, sales would be brisk. I noticed that most of the wives disappeared quickly with their husband right after their match, and not from embarrassment. Two wives remained behind with their husbands and each brought a young teenage daughter to me offering to sell her to me as a slave.I was about to refuse the first man’s offer when I.