“Hi,” said Natalia with an upbeat tone, “I’m Natalia Bloom, nice to meet you at last. With whom do I have to pleasure of speaking?”There was...a long silence before the voice hesitantly responded, “My name can’t be expressed in sounds but you may call me Thymea.”Natalia bowed slightly as she said with a reverent tone, “I’m honored to speak with you Thymea.”“What is it what you want to speak about?”“May I ask you a few questions? I assure you that the answers to those questions are very relevant. "But she's a vegetarian ... uh-oh. AI, is Vickie pregnant, by any chance?" Confirmed," rang the dulcet tones of the pod AI. "Victoria Arbuthnot is one week pregnant."Samantha and Monica looked at each other. "Well," Samantha remarked, "that marks the last of the Fille du Roi over 17. They've all now got a bun in the oven. I'm supposed to keep unassigned concubines pregnant – looks like I've been doing my job well."It was another big Brigade-sized parade, with all 3,000 men and women present on. The fingers with which she had tried to ward him off now rested against his pectorals, while his hand searched underneath the folds of her skirt, plucking at her thong. The amusement remained on his lips, his eyes locked on hers, as his hand plunged beneath and found the pussy she had waxed that day. She gasped as one finger slipped inside her and wriggled. A nasty, delicious intrusion. “See, Libby? You’re all ready for me. Now whaddaya say I take you into the bedroom and fuck you on that bed. "She moved back until her head hit the pillow, she was breathing hard. Her legs were slightly apart, her tee shirt had crept up some and I could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was wet. I sat on the bed next to her hips and gently caressed her leg, moving from her knee up to her mid-thigh; each time I let my hand travel further up until her hips began to raise from anticipation. I had to push a little to get my hand between her legs to cup her mound in my hand, she opened her legs.