”“Aww, I think ‘Walt’ is a sweet name, honey,” Abi breathed, her eyes closed, “I think traditional family names really are the best ones. ...hat about ‘Walter Ronald Pickering’ for our first born?”“I don’t she’d thank either of us for that!” he said, laughing, “although ‘Ronnie’ might fit.”“Beast!” she laughed as she slapped him on the shoulder.“Anyway, he or she wouldn’t thank us whatever the names. We have to be realistic, I’ll be in my 70s by the time he or she graduated from college.”“People. Then He lubed up the slave's ass and started sticking His fingers in and out of the ass, stretching it with His fingers. Then He started working the dildo into its ass until it was all the way in. Then Master took His dildo that He has and stuck it in the pussy. The two dildos felt like they were hitting each other even though they were not in the same hole. The two of them vibrating together felt so good to the slave and it could feel its pussy getting wetter and wetter. It was on the. They had urged her to join them once a week protesting in front of a "murder" clinic. She always felt it was a woman's choice to decide what to do with a pregnancy, but the women told her otherwise. They said it was wrong to kill and innocent child no matter what the circumstances were. She felt good having friends so she joined them. Week after week, she'd take a day off from her library job to go protest with the women of her church.There were a few clinics in the city they lived. It wasn't a. ”He picked up one of the photo albums and shook his head. Inside there was a picture of each kid and a description of the types of sex they had been trained to perform. He looked up at John and said, “This is a catalog of kids.”Ed went to the women and knelt down. He asked, “Are there any other hidden panels here?”She spat at Ed and answered, “No.”He asked, “Is it along this wall?”“No.”Ed pointed to the wall and said, “Gentleman, there’s another secret panel here on this wall.”One of the agents.