By now the moans and groans were quite substantial.He had not yet learned that I could do deepthroat. That would be my ultimate act before the inevita...le. A deep breath and down I went. He groaned loudly followed by, “Good God Kristen!”I did not, could not, say anything. His legs muscles were already tightening, his hands were opening and closing. Up for air, a few quick half descents and then another full engulfment.His first explosion went directly down my throat. I pulled up so I could take. Except I didn’t get to drink anything other than fruit juice.But, as I was the only one who was not a dominant, I think I had the most fun!~~~~~Being pregnant turned out not to be all that much fun otherwise. Shortly after I tested positive, I woke up one morning next to Mistress…then had to scurry out of bed to the toilet, and threw up.The next couple of months were marked by what is laughingly called “morning sickness”, but which would hit at almost any time. I was nauseous a great deal of. " Not really knowing how to respond to such a forward comment, I simply smiled and said, "Thank you." He introduced himself as Nate and explained that he was taking this cruise by himself and had been hoping to meet some interesting people. Introducing myself as Ebony, I asked if he'd care to join me so we could talk more. He quickly discarded his shirt revealing a muscular, tanned body and slid in opposite me. Seeing him closer revealed he had the most intense, blue eyes I had ever seen. And. I survived my loss in the way of men since time immemorial -- I buried myself in work and shut out the rest of the world. There was one good result of this; I earned myself a promotion. Instead of being confined to a cubicle for eight-point-five hours a day, I now got to (well, had to) leave town frequently to visit the company's other sites. Getting out of town was a blessing -- it reminded me that there was a lot going on in life that I used to be a part of.Six months of bland hotel rooms.