" Sarah claims that there was no one else who possibly could be the father, Mo." Look, John or whatever your name is, we went through all this at the ...ime. The DNA tests proved that there was no chance in hell that I was the kid's biological parent. If I had been, I would have gone through with the wedding as we had it planned. But I ain't! And there was no way I was going to marry a bitch who'd been shagging other guys behind my back. And I definitely ain't bringing up some other guy's brat as. My mind and spirit were immaculate.I walked the trails of the deep forest, leading down into the expansive river bottom that had held me in awe as the sun had risen. Only half way down the mountain, hidden in a rocky outcropping, I found a small, crystal clear, spring fed pool.I sat on the edge of the rocks surrounding the spring and waited for the nerve to drop into the cold water. Waiting didn't help. I plunged into the pool and completely disappeared under the deceptively deep. We both arrived in our matching silk uniforms. I sat in the waiting room, allowing Sammy and the doctor to do their thing in private. She wanted me to be there with her, but I wanted her to have her special time with the doctor to be just the two of them. Sammy never made any demands on me, but I knew she loved being with the doctor.There were lots of similarities in being a slave as being the owner of a soku. Sammy never asked for anything, so I would have to think of rewards for her on my. ”She sat across the room from me on a wooden chair, legs crossed, eyebrow cocked. I took the opportunity to look her — my boss for the time being — up and down as well. She was older than me by quite a bit, tall and voluptuous. She wore an airy lavender skirt and a creamy light blouse, unbuttoned enough to give me lovely glimpses of her deep cleavage as she shifted.“Now,” she said, as if she had to ponder what to say next, as if we hadn’t already decided that. “Let’s see you get all nice and.