"Are you ready to go?" mom asked, when she saw me get to the bottomstair."Yes, I suppose so," I answered.I followed mom out to the car, which was a 20...3' Pontiac Tempest GT. Itwas a sporty mid-size convertible. Climbing into the car, mom switchedthe ignition on, and a nearly silent hum met our ears. The hydrogen fuelcells were active and we pulled away from the curve, and proceeded todrive to the hospital. A journey I was still foreboding in my mind. Somefamiliar songs played on the radio as we. Jane smiled and started to unfasten her coat and it was soon aparent she wasn`t wearing much under it,my cock itched as i caught a glimpse of her black basque then suspenders and finaly the black lace tops on her fishnet stockings her heeled knee length boots finished off her sultry look perfectly `wow`i gasped `whats this about`?,she told me her boyfriend was fucking her that morning and hadnt done the job properly and her pussy was aching for more cock but before i could step down my ladders. " No. You sure you're pregnant?" No except I missed my period and I'm getting nauseous sometimes. I'll see the doctor tomorrow. I have an appointment." I don't want to talk about this anymore until we know." And you don't want to fuck me..." I always want to fuck you, but with protection which we should have done from the beginning." No. No protection." Then we'll wait." We'll wait."Same argument later date:"So are we looking for a good safe abortionist?" I thought about it, Harry, and I'm not. All very proper and subservient but not much was learned that weekend. Our masters and mistresses made up for that over the course of the next three weeks.By that week before O.P.T we were getting comfortable in our routine. The freshman plebes would be roused at 6:30 a.m. every weekday (8 a.m. on weekends) by our Junior Mistress leader who had made her way through the 20 foot long underground passageway from our sister sorority next door. No doubt, she would often exchange plans with the.