"How's Annabel? Where's Amelia? Is everyone all right?" He spotted Peggy hovering behind his wives. He caught her eye and gave her a brief smile. "Gir...s, the news is that Annabel is still waiting impatiently for something to happen; but Amelia looks to have started labour while we were there, so they kept her in and told me to go home. How about you two? Any signs of activity? Are you going into labour yet?"Both girls said, glumly, "Nothing as yet. It is boring, just waiting." Trevor. Now he used that hand to slap Mad Hog in the face. It was a turning point. The slaps in his face took away his mind of the hurt he felt from banging his ass, and the less he thought about that the more he actually started to enjoy it. Damn it, he was the dominant pig, always been, always will be. Even when he was used as a bottom toy by a gigantic monster, he needed to take control. So instead of Chris Walker dictating the rhythm, Mad Hog started to squeeze his ass and controlling the pace of. On Sundays you'll attend the massthen ask for bible studies tooand volunteer to clean the churchthree nuns will take good care of youThey have a endless list of laborsand closely scrutinize each chore"Stay on your toes to reach above!" Get on your knees to scrub the floor!"Then you will confess your sinsyou know our lord forgives them allthe nuns may not be all that kindyour penance will be corporalAfter confession they take you asideinto the crypt to tell you with glee"down with your pants it. Like I said, Chris was experimentation, and I wasn’t so much attracted to her as I was curious. Does that make sense?”“It makes sense to me.”“I guess I might if I met the right girl in the right circumstance. It would certainly scratch the itch without me breaking my promise to myself that I not have sex with any guy but you. But I’d have to make it clear that I was planning to marry you, of course.”“Of course. Stephanie won’t have it any other way!” I chuckled.“No, she won’t.” Jennifer.