My God, I was pregnant. I was going to have a child, no we were going to have a child. What a fool I was, what fools we were. The thought of protectio... had never entered my mind. Neither of us thought of it. Now that lapse of responsibility had come home to roost. I was pregnant, I was with child. I lay down on my bed and began to cry, what was I going to do? Then I stopped myself. No, I would not be sad. This was a joyous occasion. This was the fruit of our love. I knew in my heart that Zack. A. been prostituted defiled, become a secretary and now was chauffeur to this man she had never before met. She was now on the way to the station exposed in a loose fitting dress and sat on a wet patch as her knicker-less body drained its used self into the leather seat.As he removed himself from her passenger seat he tweaked her breast in full view of the now grinning station porter, pushing a small bundle of notes into the lacy bra and blowing her a kiss. She did manage a smile, a dutiful. Nor are any stereotypes in this story true. It is just a kinky story. Also, I hope people who add chapters to his story could keep physical violence to a low-level minimum, it is more about corruption, blackmail, and seduction.Enjoy !!!It is said that under the harsh exterior of every cowgirl, there is a mare waiting to be tamed.You have to ride them hart, for soft lovemaking will never be enough for them.Or they should ride your hart!Somewhere in rural Colorado, 5 am.It was still dark outside,. I was willing but had to discuss with my wife. So I did and Tina (my wife) was ok with it except for the kids who would have to come with me and Tina was just not into it so we agreed that I would take Lucy while Jim would stay home since he has practice. All went well and Lucy and I drove off. Upon arrival, Amy was dressed in black tight jeans and Mitch and Katy were ready to leave. We got all necessary info. needed and so since Amy was home with us then all would be ok. I knew deep down that.