Then, I spot beautiful woman walking toward the center. She’s wearing a summer dress, the kind with the small straps and wrapped around her neck a s...awl. Her brown hair flowing through the wind. It’s her. I move toward her and when we are a few dozen paces apart she spots me as well. Her face lights up and when we come close she throws her arms around me and merely says “hi” before kissing me. “How was your day Mr. Bond?” “Dreadfully long Miss Monneypenny, how about yours?” “The same.” I. I kissed my way down her slick body to her ass and proceededto lick around her ass as my finger worked its way in and out. It wasn'tlong before she was on all fours moaning and bucking back against myfingers and tongue.I told her it might feel much better if she turned over and let me show herwhat the best joy shared between two people felt like. She gave me thisstrange look as if she didn't trust me. I told her to roll over on herback and close her eyes and I would take care of the rest. . Beverly noticed, and said, "Slave is more than slightly submissive, and has been having some issues with her bodily appearance during her pregnancy, so her mistresses have been maintaining her nudity whenever possible, to reassure her that they still desire to use her."At Connie's nodded acceptance, Beverly continued with her examination, then brought the students over one at a time, spreading Slave's thighs and pointing out the progress she was making towards the births, describing dilation. Their team scored as I watched and the men cheered and gave each other high fives, strangers acting as friends in that moment. I kept walking trying to rid my body of the chill that had taken permanent residence. My brown coat was old, dirty and torn in some parts. The faint scent of alcohol mixed with the slightly offensive odor of my unclean body emanated from my clothing. I dipped my head, using the lapels of my coat to keep my red cheeks away from the frosty air. I had a worn purple woolen.