I had worn the wrong shoes for someone now five months pregnant. Blake came in from work a few minutes after I did, and saw me rubbing my feet. “Wh...t’s up, Kate?” he cheerfully asked. “My feet are killing my poor preggo body today.” I groaned. “Let me help.” he chirped. Not giving me a chance to respond or react he sat on the couch next to me, grabbed my feet, put them in his lap, and started rubbing them. “Oh, that feels so damn good." I moaned, after just thirty seconds of his attention.. ..Garbage cans on the floor but something that pulled my attention...one of his bracelets...terrible thoughts came through my mind that moment...was that scream from earlier his? "Damn it Alex...don't play like that with me..."I told myself. I called Mark and asked him if he knew about Alex...he said no, he was home and Alex went to a meeting then said he'd wait for me...which obviously, he didn't, I looked around...until it was night...and I thought he was already home...but when I got. In the distance I could hear her lapping up the juice I was sending out and heard some filthy language. It wasn’t until later I realised it was me using it.Then I was sliding down the far side of the wave and sobbing and she was gently massaging the whole of the area with her tongue.“How do you feel?” she asked when I let her head go.“Wonderful,“ I said. “But I need cock. A big fat hard juicy cock.”“Maybe this will help.”My head jerked up. George was smiling, her face glistening with my. It required a number of trips to fill all of the various containers, but we finally finished and I returned to the cabin. It was still snowing lightly, but the wind had died down considerably.Once I had warmed up and fed the stove again, it was time to consider other things."What shall we make to eat today?" I asked the women."What do you have on hand?" Laura asked."There are plenty of canned goods, but only a small ham. It has a preservation spell on it and will only require heating up as it.