I remember his cockgetting hard under my cheek in the car and can only imagine how big it mustbe! I sit up on the bed and look at him. There's not muc... else I can do!"OK, bitch. I'm gonna take this gag out your mouth and then you gonna suckmy dick good, you understand? I nod at him. As he walks over to me, hebegins to undo his pants and pull them down around his thighs. By the timehe's in front of me, his huge cock is dangling in front of my face. Hereaches behind my head and loosens the strap. Bernie has really upset me with his craziness about not living in the tunnels! He delivers an ultimatum to me so I glare at him and answer, "Bernie, you know I love you. Hell, you're the father of our child! But you of all people should know, I won't tolerate an ultimatum. I am moving out of the hotel now and I hope to hell you have a wonderful life without me or our child."Bernie tries to add some more, "Liz, don't be..."I interrupt, " ... Bernie, I am not being the unreasonable person right. I swallowed it.* * *On Sunday morning, Mistress J slept in. I, on the other hand, wasoverloaded with chores.My lipstick. My eyes. My wig. My panties, my house, my corset. My slip,my heels, my breast forms. My nails, my bracelet, my cock cage. My robe.I looked at it. They came with a key, I am told. But with me, one wasnot needed. I would never dare to oppose Mistress by reaching inside ofit.I made her an egg-white omelet. Multi-grain toast. A fruit bowl. Coffee.I took it to her. Like always, I. Come on in if you like. It's damn cold outside." 'Sure, that sounds good."After he stepped in and took off his coat, he offered me his hand. "Hi, I'mBill Harris, Brad's father."Jesus! I didn't know what to say, certainly not with the firm grip he nowhad on my hand. I invited him to wait in Brad's room. I went to fetch himsome coffee, and when I returned he was wearing only a T-shirt and boxers."Is there a dryer I can stick these wet clothes in?" I showed him where thedryer was and we headed.