It's hard to tell what caused the bigger uproar ... the fact that each parent had succumbed to temptation and fucked his or her offspring, or the fact...that Karen was pregnant.That might sound odd to you, the normal person who does not engage in coitus with your offspring, but as is always the case when life runs us down like an unsuspecting kitty cat in the street, things were complicated.Take, for example, the fact that Karen was intensely thankful about the fact that she was obviously already. ??I see,? he replies, selectingitems from the rack and coming back to where she kneels.? He pulls up a low stool and settles on it,slowly running his fingers over a pair of silk-lined leather cuffs as heappraises his pet.? ?Punishing you forshaming me will be pleasure in and of itself, my beautiful, naughty pet,? hepurrs.? ?So tell me, pet, shall I bindyou?? Shall I beat you? Shall I make youbeg for forgiveness before allowing you to cum, my naughty pet??Each word that comes from Master?smouth. I turned to go but she stopped me bygrabbing my sleeve."Don't go," she purred. "I'll be ready for another in a fewminutes."I smiled broadly and sat on the stool that so many had failed tooccupy before. The bartender stepped up and gave me a knowinggrin. I ordered my drink. When he left, the woman turned to me.We gazed into each other's eyes."My name is Natalie," she said and my jaw dropped. "I know. Youhad a crush on Natalie Wood", she said. I nodded my head."So many men do." You could be her. Bitchmelons didn't know yet. Fucktwat felt proud of her idea. Bitchmelons would be so happy.When Fucktwat reached Michael, she knelt at his feet and looked up at him with adoring eyes. He looked down at her, ignoring her eyes, of course, and focusing on her swollen tits. She felt proud to have such big slutty tits. She remembered at her hen's night that she had made Bitchmelons get a boob job, and that anything she did to her bridesmaids that night was going to get done to her. Would.