.I'm reading through some paperwork when I give a little start. The dildogives me a little electric jolt, and I look up just before the dooropens. An ...verweight man walks in, his suit expensive, and jewellery onhis hands, together with a calfskin briefcase. He walks up to my desk andleers at me."H.. hello," I say with a bright smile. "My name is A.. er.. Kitty, howmay I help you?"He gives a nasty little chuckle. "Oh lots of ways doll, but right now I'mhere to see Miss Divine? She's expecting me. (Her tale comes later) Our woman is pretty cute. Not ugly but not drop dead gorgeous. She didn't have eye-popping curves like her friend, which she admits. But the thing about her was: There was always something. Something about her that I could not figure out. This is called "The Tale of The Sweetheart."Now, why the nickname "The Sweetheart", you ask? Good question. It's simple. She is the sweetest bitch you will ever meet. She takes pride in that. When we officially met, I was trying to. Possibly something in my appearance or my attitude told him, either way it wouldn't be until we got home that he asked me for sure.Since coming home Mark had been very quiet and he didn't seem fully himself. He slept in his room, and would look at me, stare, his eyes wide open, watching as if afraid, my belly just beginning to show with the baby growing within me, our baby. He gave me space but I needed just the opposite, I needed him.In truth we both felt much of the same fear. Multiple trips. It was yanking at her tit with selfish growls, demanding she give him more, but her ducts were already dry, its mouth crushing her flesh to show its annoyance, such harsh pressure squeezing a whimper from her. She pushed weakly at its head when those jaws flexed so powerfully, she was certain he was trying to pop her tit. In her desperation, she twisted her torso aside, its mouth slipped off her throbbing breast with a wet slurp, quickly offering it the other. It took the fresh udder with.