This could very easily be Ramone’s baby, not mine. Ordinarily, I would let his family handle it, but Ramone was my cousin, so he was family, like it...or not. It could also be my child, very easily, because it wasn’t as if Danielle and I had never been intimate, especially right after the honeymoon. I had decided not to test paternity, because if it were Ramone’s, it would be basically an orphan, wouldn’t it, and I didn’t want to make any baby an orphan.Unfortunately, this meant that I had to be. I heard Ron snapping photo's of the pool of cum he left deep inside me. I flipped over and spread my legs, feeling my father in law's fresh sperm dripping out of my cunt and running down my asshole.Click, click, click.I motioned Ron on to the bed. I grabbed his dick and licked our combined juices off like I did my dildo last night. I felt him beginning to harden again. That was a shock to me seeing as it usually seemed to take two days for Mike to even think about having sex again after blowing. I'm near Hendersonville at the intersection of I-26 and highway 64. Tomorrow morning, I will meet you in a gas station at that turnoff. I will call you to hear when I should make my break. How long?" It will take at least four hours." I really need to see you. What will you do with me?"What the fuck would I do with a married woman? I can give her a ride home, but what then? Suddenly, I recovered slightly from her spell, "Cynthia, I can come for you. You bedazzle me and I can't think straight. " She was almost shouting, her temper rising.I turned to the bank manager. "You are my witness that this woman has twice refused to repay me. Therefore, the only alternative is that she becomes my slave. That's the law here, isn't it?"The manager nodded. Patricia leaped to her feet, her bosom trembling."James! What are you doing?" I should have thought that was obvious. And from now on, you will call me 'master'." Patricia ignored this and tried to storm past me, out of the manager's office..