In fact, I could find out the sex next month. Talk aboutshell shocked. I forgot completely about making dinner because I sat atthe kitchen table, just...to try and wrap my head around it. The guys wereactually happy about it and that helped to pull me out of my funk.I ended up also getting a message from Femcorp letting me know that theyhad deposited additional funds for me to go shopping for maternity wearand things for setting up a nursery with. Not that I was showing at all.Actually, my bras. .. see!" I said opening my wallet. "Did you steal it?" she asked abruptly."Heck, no ma'am. I'm an honest person. See look, here's my ID. This is money I've earned doing jobs."The woman looked at my ID card and then back at me. "Well, you seem to be polite enough.. why don't you come in and have a cup of coffee so we can chat a bit more. Then if I still like you, I'll show you the room."I thanked her for the opportunity to consider me and entered the house. It was a large house inside, very. I tell her to relax, and in one quick thrust, I plunge my cock all the way into her hot, wet, tight pussy. She gasps as my balls slap her ass, and my cock comes to rest deep inside her velvet pussy. Sandy cries out " fuck me hard and fast, hurry I want to cum with you". My balls are begging to leave a deposit inside her, and I start pumping my cock fast and hard. Faster and faster I go as I pump my thick cock against her cervix. I’m soon going to lose control, and Sandy starts to yell in my ear. She purred, her voice implying she had a big smirk on her face, "It's what all lesbian slut slaves crave, cum all over their whore faces, their make-up a muddled mess like a cheap fucking slut. Isn't that what you are, Pam?"I let go off her clit and answered, mesmerized by the current predicament I was in, "Oh god yes, Mistress, I am a cheap fucking slut whore whose face is yours to use for your pleasure." I instantly went back to savouring her cunt, determined to make her orgasm and taste her.