Her black leather gloved hands came up to caress her lovely whitemounds, as if offering her breasts to a lover. She paused to let theimage sink in the...gaping sissy's mind, noting that raw lust hadextinguished his whimpering. She began a slow, erotic dance as her hands came down and lowered thetwo front zippers of her skirt. Before it dropped off her hips, sheturned away from the leering Peter. When she faced the two seateddominant women, she allowed the skirt to slowly slip to the floor. Remember, I told you I wanted to do something like this when we first met.”“I do remember. I suppose I’ll get started on the wood.”“Come with Daddy?” Birgit asked.“It’s a bit cold outside, Pumpkin, but you can come with me for a bit. Then you can come back and help Aunt Katy.”“OK!” she agreed.I spent the morning splitting the logs, though Birgit only stayed with me for about twenty minutes before she started to feel cold and I sent her inside. By lunchtime, I was tired and sweaty. Working the. Then again every other birthday you were home on time. It was our tradition. But what did you say to me? ‘Why are you home already?’ as though you had no idea, and the look on your face should have told me everything. It didn’t, I trusted you. I was hurt when you told me you had already eaten, that you had dinner with some colleagues. You did say colleagues, not colleague. You then went and showered, alone, refusing my company. I heard you singing again, you had a long shower, even then I. . he kinda ... not-so-accidentally ... tossed out my birth control in front of me, down the toilet ... and flushed them. I have no birth control ... and they refuse to wear rubbers. What do you want me to do about it? Be a good girl ... or fuck them all and let them breed me?” Ginger asked Joey with a strong hint in her voice of her own preference for the latter.“God, yes, let them breed you! We’ll work out a new plan later ... clever bastard! I’d have done the same thing, I think, in Harlan’s.