"Christi laid a hand on her tummy, which revealed no hint of her pregnancy at this early stage, and shrugged her dark hair back over her shoulders, "I...don't know if I'm ready for this."The Queen waved a hand dismissively, "You will be fine. Arilee can help if you feel overwhelmed." No drinking, no sparring, and no sex — I'm going to lose my mind," the Duchess lamented."You can have a little wine — or beer, if you must — just don't overdo it. You can still spar for a while, so long as it is. ” “Think about it. You’d be glowing, and your body would get so soft and full...” He pressed against her once more so that his tip was just barely enveloped by her wet pussy. She tried to repeat his name in protest, but all that came out was a moan. His words were stirring something inside her, some strange combination of anxiety and needy arousal that bubbled up and made her skin burn.“You’d be so perfect, heavy and pregnant with my seed,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me get you pregnant.”She. Suddenly realizing my body is unable to move. Looking around me seeing my hands and feet bound by small pieces of silk rope. As I lay naked and alone in a dark room. My eyes can barely make out a wall in the dim light, filled with things I have never seen before of metal and leather. Panic rising in my body as the realization of my situation sinks in. Desperately fighting the ropes as I struggle in vain for my freedom. Looking up as I hear the door across from me opening, for a moment a small. Phyllis began making small animal noises breathing ever more rapidly into Dot's mouth. Phyllis broke the lip lock and disappeared into the sleeping bag leaving Dot looking surprised at Frank and me. The little one, Dot said, released my wife's breasts from her clothing and took a nipple in her mouth while fondling the other. Dot turned her head to smile at us and licked her lips. Phyllis had a whimpering, grunting orgasm. When it subsided, she poked her head out from the sleeping bag and looked.