We should keep in touch too, since I travel a lot and get to both Salt Lake City and Omaha three or four times a year.”I did go to Ron’s room in t...e morning and sucked him off again. We exchanged business cards, so we could try to schedule trips when we’d be in Salt Lake or other cities at the same time. I was on cloud nine all day at work on Wednesday, reliving in my mind all the things I did with Ron. I had brief moments where I felt guilt, shame, and disgust, but overall, I was very happy. The costume she was wearing, a pink and white go-go girl outfit with a pink wig and white mask and - dear god were those pink contacts? - made her look kind of plastic. As did the pink glittery lipstick she was wearing. He so did not want pink glitter on his lips. The sudden vision of that sparkly bow-shaped mouth wrapped around his cock almost knocked him back and he quickly took a swallow of beer to cover the sheer visceral reaction he was having to her. And mentally blessed the looseness of. Her skin had a delicious, golden-tan hue to it, her black hair pulled back in a sexy bun.“Welcome to the Lady's Touch Massage Parlor,” I purred. “You must be new. I'm Lee, the receptionist, and I'll take care of you.”“Oh, yeah, my friend, Olivia Wright, recommended this place. She told me it would help me relax.” The Hispanic woman played with her wedding ring with a nervous tick.“Marital problems?” I asked.“Not for long,” she muttered. “But, you know, it's so stressful bringing it to a close.. "Oh, Abby." I reached out for her arm. The moment I touched her, the world started to make sense again. "Who's the father?"I watched as her face changed from pale, to red, colour rushing into her cheeks. I watched as her eyes filled with tears, and she bit her lip harder to stifle a sob.Realisation dawned on me. All of me stiffened. "How pregnant are you?" I demanded, my insides frozen in shock. She shook her head as tears escaped. "Abigail!" Six months," she sobbed.My brain exploded. "For.