“We’ve been talking about this,” she said softly to him, “Paul and I both agree that we want a baby.”She turned her back to him but reached ...round and took his hand.“And since we’ve found out that Paul is sterile, we’ve decided we want a mixed race child.”Still, with her back to him, she guided his hand up to the zip on her dress.“So we want the father to be black, intelligent and very smart.”She moved her hand back down again, still gripping his, which in turn held the zip fastener. After a few positive reinforcements, she opened her sphincter muscle quickly whenever her pony-tail was pulled forcefully from behind. This facilitated the easy entry of slave-boy cocks into her clutching rectum and a delightful session of ass-fucking that always made her feel naughty but very happy.The pig-tail style with Faith was a trigger for her to place her ankles behind her head and invite deep penetration of her teenaged pussy. Since her vagina was not particularly deep to begin with,. If you wish pick an outfit out for yourself on the companyexpense."That's nice of Mr. Johnson." Chris thought as the e-mail vanished fromthe computer screen and he finished storing the letter he was typinginside of the computer's hard drive. He then noticed it was a half hourpast the lunch hour. "Don't really have time for a big meal at thecafeteria. Maybe I'll just have a salad today."Taking small bites of the salad, Chris found himself unusually full. Hethen remembered that Mr. Johnson wanted. "Would you like to go to your tent, my Lady?" he whispered, his voice startling everyone around the fire."I can take her, if you would like, Jonar," Myka offered, her voice dripping with weariness.Illyana looked up at Jonar, seemingly searching for one thing and finding another. "I am a little tired, thank you," she said, rising to her feet and accepting Myka's hand as they made their way to the tents pitched up against the broken ring of bushes. Gnusyl stirred and moved the few feet necessary.