He groaned.He was awake.Again, I let go and admired him. His flat stomach, light trail of hair disappearing into the elastic. Broad chest, muscular ar...s. His legs were flexed, hips thrust out, hoping for some more action. I was content to take my time.“Good morning.”He yawned, “Mmmm, it appears that way.”My hand went back to work on his belly, fingertips lightly tugging at that trail of hair, going lower then just dancing across the tip of his cock. Flattening my hand and sliding it alongside. Holy shit. That’s what I was about to become.It all happened so fast. A few hours of labor later, she was in my arms. I’d reached for her instinctively, and they gave her to me, let me have her because she was mine. Wes had cut the cord, already beside me, wiping my sweaty hair back from my face, looking adoringly down at our daughter.She was ... perfection. She had golden-brown skin, the color of honey and milk, and a single drop of chocolate. I kissed her head as she squirmed, wiggling in my. " So tell me all about Hollywood?" One of the middle eastern man suggested."Sodom and Gomorrah, ain't no doubt about that," I said with a big wink for those nearby."I know you hated that," the same man said."Well I did shake my head, a little." I said. I stopped entertaining with stories of Hollywood to look around and see the crowd. "Damn, did you guys go out and call all your friends?" I asked smiling. I turned and went to the bar for another drink."Max the place is always full. You know. She stood in front of his desk in the back room of a dingy pool hall. There were three other women, Jean and two other whores or "hos" as they were referred to in this part of town. Angilee did not know the other two, nor did she know the four other men who stood around the room, obviously confidants and bodyguards for the pimp, tacky in a gray sharkskin suit, pink shirt and neon purple tie."Then show me the merchandise!" he grinned, his gold tooth glittering in the naked light of a single.