She loved Rick. She wanted his children. She would be a mother, theirname would live on even if their DNA wasn't the same. They would all benamed, "Sa...uels" and would be the family's legacy.In the morning Jaimie made a reluctant phone call to her aunt Kennedy toask her to talk with her as she needed her advice. Kennedy expected thisand told her that she was bringing Mia and Kylie with her. She needed tosee them, the two were upset that Jaimie was avoiding them and fearedthat she was going to do. She fell back as little aftershocks rippled through her in diminishing clenches of her stomach muscles. Jan relaxed, allowing the waves to pass over her. It might not have been Ray, but her rabbit could bring her off quicker than anything. She dozed, bathed in the memory of a shattering climax and the warmth from the fire.Sometime later, when her breathing had deepened into a light sleep, Jan woke with a start. Subconsciously, she had heard a noise that didn’t belong to the howling wind and. The first time I saw the effects of a bad day, Mistress came home, literally threw her greatcoat at me and snarled at me to, “Hang that up, and make me a cup of coffee; filthy French tart!”Obediently, and with tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, I headed into the kitchen, where Mistress had a jar of real coffee, courtesy of her pet racketeer. I’d become accustomed to nice, kind Mistress, and not to being addressed so rudely, when I hadn’t done anything to deserve it. If I’d done. I’m sure I heard another little groan as I touched down there, but I couldn’t be sure.Reluctantly then, I stood and moved to the bottom of his legs and run a squirt up each of them to just short of his rolled up trunks. With a hand on each leg, I smoothed the cream into each firm calf and I glanced up to the shadowed area inside his shorts. Could I see the flesh of his balls, it was hard to tell but my imagination, once again, gave me all sorts of images and outcomes! As I moved higher, his.