”“I’m sure holding your first child will be better,” I replied.“Our first child!” Ashley snapped. “Well, not exactly. I think you got Le...ore pregnant a month before the pickup so her child will be our first.”“By that standard Angelique would count,” I replied.“Don’t forget Erica,” Constance said. “She’s part of this family.”“Erica wants to be a concubine someday,” Lenore said. “And I think we all know who she wants as her master.”“I’d rather she get a good CAP score and be able to go out and. “Go ahead, then. Cum for me.”The words were barely out of her mouth when I felt pleasure ripping through my body like an endless tidal wave of electricity, swelling and ebbing and robbing me of coherent thoughts. I vaguely sensed her mouth on mine, forcing her kiss on me as she swallowed my scream, her fingers tangling in my hair as I jerked and shook with unbearable pleasure. It seemed to last forever and, even when it was over I couldn’t stop myself. Much to her amusement, I kept at it, my. Both women walked out with a wave and a smile. Yvonne started to take her seat when they heard a buzzing sound. She reached into her purse to see her dining pager flashing. Thats me, she said. You can turn yours in on the way. They were led to a table in the back of the restaurant that gave them a good view of the beach. With Yvonne now sitting across from him, he found it even more difficult to concentrate on her face rather than the substantial amount of cleavage revealed by her low cut. The anticipation I guess. He couldn’t settle to anything and couldn’t even suckle me properly – so I was uncomfortably full all day. When we were at home getting ready, I started to put on evening trousers with the smock but Mark stopped me saying “no hun, just the top. Let Gary see what he’s getting eh?” So there I was – high heels and a smock top that just skimmed my bottom, with quite obviously, no panties underneath. My large, milk-filled, heavy breasts were hardly contained in the low-cut.