It was the most fitting method shecould think of to reward him.But, at that moment, all she wanted was for her phone to make noise, anynoise, Discord ...r texts or calls, and it remained stubbornly silent eventhought she knew the volume was turned up.The four of them ate breakfast together, and Zoe hurt at the fact that itwasn't the five of them, wondering what things were like at theirprevious meals. Had the others evne had dinner yesterday... oh, right, ofcourse they had, Zoe had been fed hers. ." Emily replied. "A hormone implant."Stephanie giggled. "Not exactly," she said. "It's more like an ... egg." What?!" Emily cried, her eyes widening with fear. "What kind of an egg?" Uh ... kind of a..." Stephanie waved her hand. "Look, it's not important."Emily was speechless."What is important," Stephanie said, "is the pregnancy only last two days. It's not a real baby, it's just to trick your body." Trick my body?" Emily said quietly."You know, to make you lactate," Stephanie replied. "You. As he gently nibbled and bit her nipples her head lolled backwards and she begged him, ‘Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.’ She reached down between her legs and felt his cock. She raised up just a little and guided the hardness into her velvet folds. She slowly descended until she had taken the full length of him, then she began to rise again. She contracted her inner muscles as she went up, relaxing them on the downward stroke, up and down, over and over again. His hands found her bottom and he. As the silken, furnace-hot sheath of her unviolated tunnel slid tightly around the bulging, vein-latticed shaft of his sensitized erection, hot fires of raging passion kindled in his lusty balls, and he gave a low moan of delight.He had to fight off the impulse to stroke savagely in and out of her. He had to be gentle and patient until she relaxed and got used to the sensation of being fucked. He knew from experience that after a while, she would reach the point where he could man- handle her.