Would she complain about the severity of the caning he had given her daughter? Or would she be trying to get him to drop the three strokes she was sti...l due? Either option promised to be an amusing discussion. He loved discussing discipline with protesting weak politically correct mothers! He put his cock away. "Come," he called out in his strictest voice.He was very pleasantly surprised by Mrs Truscott's appearance. Most women visiting his office were boringly dressed, thinking they had to. "Fantastic!"Could I get a large pepperoni pie delivered on Ned's way home?" It'll be almost nine thirty when he gets there. Is that alright?" Great." Thank you, Signorina." Thank you, Angelo."My pussy was drooling as I hung up. I dressed carefully, jeans and a top that showed a little belly, but he would have to work in order to see my tits. I squirmed as I waited; couldn't watch TV or read the paper without closing my eyes and imagining Ned fucking me. I thought about Roger but then decided to. My wife got even more turned on. She squirted all over my hand and the seat and I could hear it hitting the floor as it puddled. The couple stood up and walked to the end of the row, and almost when I thought they would be walking out&hellip,Oh Shit! I thought, Here comes the movie theatre Manger to throw us out. But just as they reached the end of the aisle, they again turned and walked into row of seats that we were sitting on. The woman, a slender soccer-mom type, sat next to me. Her movie. My stomach turned into a special place for both of us. For me, it was a tight knot that protected my womb; the muscles were always firm to the touch. For Rick, it was a shrine on which to worship. We'd be in bed and he'd lay his head on my thighs, gazing at my belly. He'd touch gently, stroking the skin in circles, softly talking to the occupants within. We'd found out in early September I was carrying two lives in my body. As a prelude to oral sex, he'd kiss it from top to bottom and side to.