"Well?" She said, looking evil. "Well what?" I said, putting a brave front. There was something about her that made me want to submit to her. She was ... natural dominant. "The hour is up. What did you decide?" She said. "Are you willing to be my slave slut?" She walked over, not even looking at me. Slave slut. I was incredibly turned on. She bent into the closet and found my wardrobe key. She also picked up another bit of clothing. It looked like a belt, but it was made of cloth. "If you submit. This new one was just built for looking good. It wasn't practical at all. He even had to be careful not to crush his breasts just looking around the corner.It was close to eight o'clock before Michael Kingston finally appeared. It was starting to get dark and Paul was on the verge of giving up. Paul almost leapt for joy when he saw him. There was his salvation! Paul started following him, his heart in his mouth. How should he approach him?Kingston stopped by a car and rummaged in his pockets. .” She stopped, and frowned. “Before I learned to two step,” she finished. “You want to try them on, so we can make the adjustments?”That took only fifteen minutes, as it turned out. The tank top was snug, but didn’t crush Misty’s breasts, like it did when Felicity wore it, and the strings on the back of the doeskin shirt were easily retied to pull it tight against her front. Both skirts fit her perfectly.“I’ve always had a big butt,” she said, arching her neck to look at how the maroon skirt. Nearly after 3 hours the nurse maid came out with a boy child claiming to be my son i enquired about Keerthana she replied that she is under critical situation as there is one another baby inside her and the doctors are trying hard to save both.My eyes filled with tears and held my baby boy in one hand and sat right next to the door i was waiting eagerly for someone to come out of that door and tell me my wife is alright it was another half an hour the longest of my wait the same maid walked.