The next two weeks went on as before. I kept busy with work. Every dayI dressed as if I was going to a business office. Every morning Teresawould a...prove of my attire, or have me change something. Sometimes, shewould have me change something in my makeup, or suggest different shoes.There were also two more visits to the salon to get my facial hair done.They were right. It did not hurt as much as the first time. The lasttime, there was almost nothing to do. At Teresa?s insistence, I got. She didn’t liked it moved her face on left side….I grabbed her from waist and again kissed her….she tried to resist but failed…I again told her…that I won’t tell anyone about this…and I would use condom…. She didn’t said anything and kept standing with the wall…and held her little boobs ( they were very small may be 28 or 30)…she said “pls…dev…pls no”…I took her bag from the back and threw away…now I kissed more forcibly and now she started kissing also. I moved my hand to her breasts and. When I took the pregnancy test and it confirmed a positive result, I was so excited. My husband was working out on our elliptical machine, and I carried out the pee stick showing I was pregnant. He was so happy and picked me up and gave me many kisses. My husband had told me that the sight of pregnant women makes him very aroused. He couldn’t wait for me to start putting on weight. He had mentioned that engorged breasts made him especially horny. We both agreed that I would be breastfeeding. “What the fuck?” she yells. “Oh my fucking god. You scared me half to death. Don’t ever sneak up on a woman like that. Your ass.”I try to apologize for frightening her while she straightens up and gets dressed. “That was fucking hot,” I tell her. “Fuck off,” she says and then gives me a sweet smile. “You can make it up to me by taking me to a nice meal and some overpriced cocktails.”So we headed out to dinner. She ate and drank a couple of drinks. I think to myself, ok tonight I’m gonna talk.