Beth bowed to us, murmuring, "Holy Sluts." Blessed Mother," I murmured back.It was amazing how, in the span of a few weeks, the trappings of religion ...ere quickly springing up. 'Blessed Mother' was the title of any woman pregnant with Master's child. Besides Beth, there was Vivian Anders, and Anastasia Milburn was a maybe. She was one of Mark's jogging sluts, but her child could also be her husband's. And, of course, Korina, Violet, and April were all carrying Master's child, but they were. "Hope you don't hold it against me," she said."Naw," I answered while sitting down in the one empty chair. "No hard feelings. Although I have to admit there was a time or two if I'd have had one of you SpecOps types out in the field with us ... Well let's just say we might have had a discussion or two as to what the term "minor resistance" really means." Are you still whining about that ammo dump?" she chuckled. "What a baby." The dump she was referring to happened to be a big mother-fucking. She had the advantage of having been a psychology major in college. She used that experience only obliquely in her job as a successful realtor, but it had been very handy when dealing with Scott. She had understood him, like no woman before her.Teresa took to calling him "Mr. Rogers," as a signal to him, whenever she felt he was reverting to his emotional isolationist tendencies ("Hiding in your neighborhood again, Mr. Rogers?"). He sincerely, if unsuccessfully, tried to purge his emotional. Thanks for the feedback received so far and I’ll be waiting eagerly to listen more from you especially from those horny Delhi and south Indian girls and aunties. For those who didn’t read my previous part, read it hereLet’s come to the story.She observed her wet panty while all others are dried, sensed what I was up to, laughed silently and oh god, that was a green signal for me. Suddenly she checked turning back and I was caught red handedly watching her with her panty in her hands and me.