. Maybe you’d like to see how else I could pleasure you?" I pressed 'send' and a smirk came across my face hearing her computer beep as my friends e...ther side looked at my screen and stifled their laughs, giving me pats on the back as I swivelled side to side in the chair. Walking over to her computer as she talked she looked around, continuing to talk about whatever it was she was trying to teach at the time. She quickly opened her messages, and I could see her mouth fall open as she looked. } {He wants a slave?} {I think so, but it never feels like that when we are around him. It feels like he wants to protect us and let us be us while being whatever he asks us.} {Kitten, that doesn’t make sense.} {I know. That’s why we just don’t do anything when we’re around him.} A car drove slowly along the on ramp and stopped. The door opened and they heard a familiar voice. ‘Cynthia? Are you here?’ ‘Monica, over here.’ The nurse pushed through the bushes, followed by another woman, larger. Ryan moved his lips from hers, down to her neck, planting tantalizingly soft kisses and nibbles down her neck, on her collarbone, and then looked up. Amy sat up and removed her shirt. Ryan looked down at her chest, and the sight of her breasts made him weak. They were beautiful. Firm and round, sitting proudly on her chest. They weren’t obscenely large. Just right. Her rosy pink tips, surrounded by a darker pink, were taut and tight, waiting for his touch. She lay back down, and he kissed her. "I can't do this," Tray was shaking so badly, his emotions completely outof control.Irena was talking to him in French, trying to calm him, but Tray had noidea what she was saying, he did not speak French.'Casey speaks French and I don't and people know that- oh, crap this is amajor sticking point,' the thought ran through his head."What-?"Irena had asked him a question, it was the same question she had askedjust before that, but it was in French."Are you pregnant?" Irena asked in.