So, you girls will have ample time to practice.” She pulled Amy’s now balled fist even tighter into her crotch. She called one of the waitresses o...er and ordered a pitcher of red wine and two glasses.“What do you mean practice?” Amy stammered. The stripper smiled and rubbed the balled fist up and down her slit. Margaret looked down and said nothing.The stripper ignored the question. She continued to masturbate herself with Amy’s unwilling hand. “I have been asked to get you ready. I will come. ’ ‘Protest away, Whore Julie. It’s time you accepted your situation and learned the ropes. Like the sisal ropes around your neck and the semen ropes you’ll soon be spouting out of my cock.’ The pirate wenches replaced her gag. Julie felt Somer tug on her sisal leash and struggled to stand. It was difficult with her hands fastened behind her back, her pirate scene-mates pulled her up by her arms. Her free breasts jostled. The pair turned to leave. ‘Bye, sweetie, have fun!’ they giggled and. God how I wish they could walk for one day knowing what I know, feeling what I feel, feeling that life within me as it lives and moves and grows. I stare back to unsettle them, unblinking, unforgiving. They look away but the whispering continues. I have no one to whisper to. I have lost again and look away with eyes full of remorse and hurt and that glint of fear. Fear of the pain? No…more accurately described as fear of failure. What kind of mother will I be? Hands explore a surface so hard. She loved Brett. If he really wanted this then she would do it for him. "Okay" she texted back.She went to her closet and picked out a black dress with a zipper up the front but with a revealing neck line. It had pockets on each breast and only came to mid thigh. Next she picked out 5 inch red heels, her husband's favorite. She looked in the mirror. She didn't need a bra, her round breasts held themselves up just fine.Brett had mentioned he would get behind her so she would leave off panties.