So there we were, in a prestigious hotel with staff at out beck and call and we spent the day dressing to kill and at dusk made our way down to one of...the myriad of bars in the place and took up seats that not only allowed us to survey the people coming in but also that showed us off to the best advantage. We were dressed in long figure hugging evening gowns with plunging necklines and no back and a split up the side to mid or upper thigh, no underwear, stay up stockings and high heels. We were. Dad used pack horses as well as riding horses, so if an animal was strong and healthy it didn’t matter if he was pretty.I took my saddlebags and my medical kit inside the cabin, and I met June for the first time. She had mousey brown hair, but she was pretty. Even more than that, she had a hella sexy figure. Even pregnant, I could see dad wanting to get all over her three times a day, even if it killed him.I was shocked when June started asking me questions. It seems that the cult gave her no. Nothing. Silence. No sudden vibrations. And every moment wondering, when? You know it’s coming. We’ve played this game enough times to know what happens once you’ve lost your power of control. I can almost taste your tension. As we get in the car I glance over and with a smile, I tease you.“You’re out of No’s, my pet.”“I know, Sir. I should have expected that last one,” you respond. There’s a hint of frustration in your voice; your competitive side is showing."You should have. However, I am. But I thought it was at the end of the month on leap-years.”“There are no leap-years anymore,” whispered Frida. “Besides, Februaries are a lot shorter now. We have to make allowances.” She paused and added, “Please Mark.”It was never his intention to refuse her. His tongue came up and licked the nipple, and then his lips kissed and pulled the offered flesh into his mouth. Frida petted his head as he suckled her, crying and whispering the word, “husband...”Toshi came running towards them from.