.. 'Kitten'.That's your name from now on." Kitten?" I asked, shocked that he had chosen such a bimbo name."Yes, Kitten, that's right. Your name is Kit...en. Isn't that a cute name fora cute girl like you?" Mr. Damien..." I asked, isn't that a cute name for a girl like you?" Hearing the hardedge in his voice caused me to shrink back."Yes," I said, meekly. "That's a cute name..." For a girl like you," he emphasized."For a... a... a-a-.... g-g-girl like... like... like me," I said, feelingmy eyes. " I whisper. He raises and eyebrow in question as I usually enjoy tons of foreplay. He smiles and carries me to the edge of the tub where we had soft rubbery pads installed around the edge and lays me down. I reach down and quickly strip off the bottom of my suit and spread my legs, with my feet dangling in the water."Just a taste baby, just a taste..." he whispers back as he leans in and kisses my waiting pussy. My labia spread in anticipation as his talented tongue drives deep inside me and. But I am here to tell you we men are just as involved as our ladies with the pregnancy. We’re the ones who make the late night runs for weird food to satisfy cravings. Were the ones who decorate and redecorate the nursery to meet our expectant mother’s changing desires? We’re the ones who rub bellies, massage backs and legs, and attend natural childbirth classes. And we’re the ones, who faced with the probability of a caesarian section, prepare to accompany our wife into surgery so we can savor. You begin to stroke faster, his hand tangling in your hair and trying to push you closer to his throat."Bite me," he begs. "Bite me, please."You're so hard it's almost painful. You can feel a bead of sweat trickling down your temple.You murmur against his skin, "Who do you belong to?" You," he breathes. He sounds dazed. "I'm yours. I'm your love, your heart, your life. And you are mine."You bite down as soon as the words leave his lips and thrust your erection so it slides against his, both.