About 1:30 we got the call and headed to the meeting room, just off from the pool, hence the trunks and towel. There was acutally a guy standing secu...ity at the door and when we identified ouselves, he just smiled and let us in. There had to be about 20 women in there, all pretty good looking, all in very short skirts, very short shorts or bathing suits. All were wearing either a sports bra, bathing suit top or halter top. In other words, they were not very dressed up and the music was. His face was drawn and sallow, and even as pale as the man usually was, he seemed colorless just then. Blood was crusted all over his clothes and his body, seeping from more wounds than she cared to count. His posture spoke of fatigue unto death, and she knew only his stubbornly defiant will kept him on his feet at all. She’d said her thanks to the gods that Ricard had been unconscious and then bound and secured before he began to come to; she felt sure that even he, weakened and injured and no. . I sucked, I sucked for dear life, like it was the only thing that would keep me alive. I was nursing my own son's penis like he had once nursed my breasts, awaiting the moment of truth, his milkish semen, like he had once sucked my breasts dry for motherly milk. His hands were suddenly around my head, pulling my head down on his rod. I knew what he wanted. I started moving my head up and down, like I would be fucking him. Fuck, what an obscene word, but it was the most appropriate word for. “I thought that those marked off days were just something to do with celebrating my birthday, but they’re also your most fertile days aren’t they?” I turned back to him and impulsively kissed him on the tip of his nose. “Yes, snookums, they sure are and if we were to be really serious about the cuckolding husband/illegitimate-baby thing we should fuck our brains out the next two days just like we did this evening.” A devilish look came over his face and he reverted to his little-boy/puppy-dog.