I foresee no problems. There is absolutely no reason why we cannot inseminate you and make you pregnant, and give you a healthy baby. Now, any more qu...stions?" No, I don’t believe so," she replied."Okay, if you’re ready, we can begin. Just follow me."He led her down the hall to a door."Oh, just one thing more, Doctor. The inseminator, the donor—who will he be?" Me," the doctor replied. "I will be your inseminator." Fine," she said. Well, that’s okay, she thought. He’s not bad looking and he’s. It is noon on a Sunday. They have just returned home from attending church service where Rebecca sings in the choir and Matthew is a church elder. Matthew has just left to go to the auction in town as he does every Sunday. He will be gone till evening. Rebecca is upstairs in their master bedroom. She hears a knock and she says "Come in Tom". Tom is the head slave in charge of the field hands. Every Sunday for the last year as soon as Matthew leaves for the auction Tom comes to Rebecca's bedroom. ” Your smile lights up the room and your deft fingers trace along your neck and then fall to your breasts and begin circling your nipples with the softness of a baby’s breath and my pulse quickens and breaths come faster as I see them stand back up like rockets on the launch pad. “Maybe my toys will amuse you,” you tell me coyly and you take a small egg vibrator and a tube of lube from a drawer in the nightstand. Just seeing the toy and know where it is destined to go, takes my breath away. You. Her head dodged and she surprised him by grabbing his balls and putting a firm squeeze on them. Kindly but firmly she told Mark, "This is my choice not yours." The hand around his testicles relaxed some and the other hand picked up the stroking rhythm again. Her mouth went back to sucking and massaging. What she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. Mark lost almost all of the awareness of his body. All he was aware of was a glorious feeling cock. He lost awareness of time and.