That was more likely the case as she had been fairly good about taking her pills. I just wondered if she had taken the one in the morning before but I...did not know how to figure out if she did just by looking at the pills in the container.I just realized that what ever was going to happen in Doug's truck would most likely result in her coming back pregnant. I knew that it would not be my kid as I had a vasectomy about 15 years earlier as a result of my ex wife deciding that 4 kids were enough. The suction was now sointense, there was no way those cups would falter. I sat there with twovacuum cups being my humiliating mechanical bra. The machine continueddoing it's painful and humiliating job as Mistress Claire surveyed thefirst few curls she had unwound from my Sissy head."OH, Wendy Sissy, you have the sweetest and strongest curls! I am goingto take forever, teasing and brushing and styling and back combing andspraying and tying extra cute bows into your first Sissy hairdo! Andthat. Soon after, I lost track of time completely, only going on what felt right there and then, I took away my head from between your legs. You looked disappointed but I lifted you off the table, put you down, spun you around and then bending you over the table. You soon knew what I had in mind.With you bent over, with your fine ass facing me, I looked over your fine ass with my cock in hand, planning on what to do. I wasn't sure which part my cock desired, your pussy or your ass. You looked. Once Potbelly came in my throat, he ordered me to clean his cock, which I obediently did. Finally thinking I was going to have a reprieve, I began breathing normally again. Sheathe his cock with your throat, slut. And stay there until hes done in your ass. James ordered. I looked up. He had put down his book and was watching me intently. Obediently, I opened my mouth and pulled Potbellys cock back in it. He was going limp by this point, but I was sure this was a lesson in humility for me more.