He kissed around the softly swelling in my belly then looked up straight into my eyes, a puzzled expression on his face.“Are you pregnant?” he ask...d, planting another kiss on my navel, the last word the merest whisper.I paused, surprised by the question then nodded slowly, my face burning with embarrassment.“Do you mind?” I whispered in return.“Christ no,” he smiled, genuinely excited.He kissed my bump again; I smiled back bashfully, not knowing what if anything to say. My hesitation must have. She ran inside the house and up to her room. She sat on the bed and waited. What was going to be her punishment? The anticipation alone could have sufficed as punishment. She looked up as the door swung open. Her daddy didnt look himself, there was a wild look upon his face that told her she was really in for it tonight. He silently grabbed her wrist and led her to his room, the one that she was never aloud inside of, and it was always locked. He blindfolded her and opened the door. He led her. They kiss again, Danyelle’s tongue moving inside the other’s mouth. Their tongues dance with one another as they taste each other, feed off one another. Their bodies are gently moving together, legs intertwined while their folds mesh together.Beatrix is the one to end the kiss first. She looks into her lover’s eyes and smiles. Her heart almost breaks by how much she loves her. She kisses Danyelle’s cheek, moving her tongue along her jaw, breathing her scent in while she slowly kisses her way. Then he went back to Milan--again. This time I was angry. Oh, I was so angry! Now, I’m not the most beautiful woman in the world, not by any means, but I have always been thin, always blessed with wonderful long hair. Pretty enough to attract my share of attention in high school and college. Since I studied economics at the University Aix Marseille, and did financial research in Rome, and spoke English, French and Italian, I figured I was smart enough to deserve better treatment than Victor was.