Please forgive. I know I should have them on a leash and all..." my voice trailed off as I realized the figure who had been kneeling before me was a w...man. A striking woman from what I could tell, but it was difficult to know for sure with her cheeks red from the cold and bundled up in a large parka. I thought she might be older than me, but that was also difficult to discern. I noticed her face was wet but I didn't know if the moisture on her face was rain or tears. I thought she looked like. “Of course all women are different in how their bodies respond to being pregnant,” she added after a few seconds, not wanting to upset me I thought.The door opened shortly after that, and Dr. O’Brien hadn’t even entered the room when she stopped, her eyes going wide in surprise on seeing me.“You’re eight months pregnant!! she said in shocked disbelief, as she entered the exam room.“You were four months pregnant when you were here in May. How can you be eight months pregnant now?” she asked in a. The little thing was kicking and screaming, snot and tears streamed down its face. The older slave tried to look away but Catherine grabbed its head and forced it to watched. It was at that moment the tiny thing bit down on Tommy. Arrrgh, you little bitch! Tommy yelled. Picking it up Tommy snarled at it, If you ever bite me again I will kill you! Flipping it around Tommy shoved its face into the mattress and stuck his dick into her tiny bruised asshole. He pushed harder and harder on the back. The day Julie told me, that she would leave, the image of the world I had created in my head shattered. I knew I would miss her, besides the few friends I had, she was the main reason I had hope that one day things would be different. But I also knew that I would do the same if I was in her place.My hands are shaking. It's a mixture of fear and anticipation. Mrs Banks didn't tell me very much about my foster family, just the headlines. He is in advertisement, she is a housewife. They have two.