You’d still want me to have a young enough body to carry safely to term.”“Sickle cell anemia. I fight it, but it’s there. Common enough proble... for those of us of the ebony persuasion, if you know what I mean,” Marian informed me, not that I was very shocked, since black people were prone to be more susceptible to sickle cell, “lactose intolerance, too.”“All quite treatable, I believe, and I’m not sure that replicator milk will cause the same issues. Anyone else have health problems?” I turned. "Your betrayal drove me to this, bitch. You have only yourself to blame." Jake motioned with the gun. "Get on the bed and lay down, Matt." Now he turned back to his wife. "Listen up, bitch. You are going to mount your precious bodyguard's cock and bust your ass on it. That's right. I want to see him ass-fuck you. That's the price of me letting you LIVE. Understand?"Miranda bit her lip, shivering at the prospect. But she slowly nodded. "Ok Jake, w-whatever you want." Her eyes were glued to the. A tear still trickled down her cheek. I reached across with my napkin and gently dried her eye. She looked up at me directly then.“He’s gone,” she said flatly.“Did he leave a note?” I asked. She pointed at my plate. Under the dome covering my dish of oatmeal was a small envelope with my name on it. I somehow didn’t think it was a get well card. I opened it and read it over.“I don’t know what I was thinking, Dag,” I read. “They’ll hunt me for as long as they think I can be found. I certainly. He looked down. His cock – now twice as thick as before, bigger than the fist around it – shot a stream of white cum onto Lou's collarbone. She cupped her breasts in her arm to gather the next shots, leaving small dabs of semen across her tits, some beginning to slide down into her cleavage."Yeah, yeah," he moaned in a high pitch, then collapsed back onto his rear on the bedside. Lou traced the outlines of the biggest wads.I'd seen this scenario in movies online, but never did I think it would.