” He clapped his hands together emphatically. “Lesson Number One: Men have a very limited attention span.”“No shit, Sherlock,” she muttered,...sinking onto the couch.“I beg your pardon?”She coughed and cleared her throat. “I said, ‘That’s a lock.’ So what’s Lesson Number Two?”"Ah, sorry; that was just a bit of Chat Whisperer humor in stating the obvious. Now for the real Lesson Number One."Her eyes followed his quizzically. "Which is...?"“When it comes to chat, no one comes back for seconds.”"No. “I need it inside me.”I stood there, tense at the sensation of her hands while she rolled the condom down over my dick, smoothing it with her left hand as the large ring teased my stomach yet again. I moved a step closer, and both our hands helped guide the head of my cock right into the folds of flesh mostly concealed by her pubic hair, but just visible enough since her legs were spread wide.I watched in amazement, feeling a bit guilty but a whole lot more excited, as the head of my dick. " He would take you back, and the divorce could be rescinded," remarked the Colonel, "That is if you would rather be with him." God, no. Sex with you is so much better, and I want my child to know its father." Hmm. It might not be safe to try to get back with Sir Henry anyway, now that you are pregnant." Why not? He wouldn't hurt me."The Colonel stared at her, then pointed out, "He wouldn't, but everybody else would call you a collaborator, and to be completely fair to them, they would have. I know your attraction to beautiful people, the lust you feel in your belly, your need to take them and fuck them. Oh, and I would have let you, had you only asked my permission. You gave yourself freely to me, knowing the rules and understanding that there would be consequences for breaking those rules. I need to teach you a lesson. No matter what, you shall follow the rules, pay a price when you do not, or I will cast you out and find a more worthy slave.”Hmm? What would be a truly.