You swing your legs into the bathtub and leave my kneeling there outside it. With a backwards glance you toss a bar of soap at me. I snort and roll my...eyes. I carefully reach around you to turn on the water. I can't look at your face, if I do that I'll lose all self control.The water is warm as I run the soap over your skin. Soft circles across your back and finally to your front. Your breasts get harder the more I wash them. I rub your nipples more and you moan. Finally I slide my hands lower,. I'll get ready out here. Ohand take these for footwear. I keep them here in case it's been raining,they stretch so should fit OK." She put the pair of black ballet flats onthe top of the clothes he had."Thanks, I think," he replied."You'll be fine, I'm sure we can make you more than passable."Jack sat in the cubicle holding the clothes Lizzie had given him. Theredidn't seem to be much options, and wearing the tights was not unfamiliarto him. In fact he had found he quite liked it and would. He kicked the door shut behind him with a big bang. She worried about scaring her neighbours, but those thoughts swiftly flew from her head as she took hold of his hand again. She started up the stairs, heading for the bedroom. The bed was calling for them, his clothes asking to be torn from his body, his penis begging to be freed from those tight jeans. But she’d only climbed a few steps when he tugged her hand. I’ve read it wrong, she thought, he doesn’t want me. Her worried expression told a. I will fuck you today and then fuck you again every few days until the doctors confirm you are pregnant with my child." Do I have anything to say about this?" I asked."No, you have no say. You will conceive my child, carry it to term, give birth to it, then you will breastfeed it until it can be weaned from mother's milk. At that point the child will become the exclusive responsibility of my wife and I and you will not see the child again." NO! NO! NO! I won't do such a thing! My womb is not.