He pulls up a padded stool and bends her over it, her ass sticking out and her face hanging over the other end. Looking into his eyes she says, "I wan... you to rip my nightie off me, tell me what a bad girl I am. Tell me to open your pants and pleasure your big hard cock with my mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth as well as I can, while you tell me how you like it. Slap my ass and pussy to increase the pleasure I am going to give you till I make you cum harder than you ever have, Sir," she smiles. I can’t breathe and I feel I will suffocate. Surely I would pass out and die from lack of oxygen. It’s as bad as sticking your head in a plastic bag. What you have in you is all you get. And I go out cold.……………………………………………………….. I open my eyes to see Dylan searching my face. His brown eyes are darkened with worry. I’m sitting up against the lockers, Lonny’s there too. “Nat? Nat, wake up,” Dylan encourages. I’m fully awake and fully aware of everything. Including the paralyzing pain still. Wouldn't want to break a mother and child relationship, would we?"giggled the Old Woman."Very funny. So, Sam get's off Scott Free? Nothing happens to him? All thepain is mine? I have to give birth to him? And we don't even get to earn themoney which is why I did all this! That rotten bastard!" said Bobbie."Tell you what. We have a special right now. You can buy a ticket for yourbaby. Would you like that?" asked the Old Woman."Wait, what happens when my ticket is up?" asked Bobbie."You change. Your makeup is flawless and you are sporting a shoulder-length blonde wig. I notice a distinct bulge in your thong which is barely concealed by the hem of your nighty. You twirl for me as I exclaim, "Jenny, you look simply delicious!" We embrace again and I get a whiff of your perfume, which is as intoxicating as the Scotch. Our ruby red lips lock, and this time, I'm not kissing a man, but the beautiful woman of my dreams. As we regain our composure, I notice the empty shot glass in your hand..