“Wow – did you feel that baby girl – we are connected. If you so much as think dirty thoughts, my beads go wild. Go on – touch yourself. I’m...sure I can feel your masturbation”. I try to push the cuntal beads aside – they vibrate against my clit, but the arousal is high in my womb, just like when Alexis chews my nipples. My knees are feeling weak – I have to sit down – the wide padded sofa arm will do nicely – pressing in the anal beads. I lean back, legs spread wide – both hands now inside. Starting at the base of your neck, using only the tip of my moist, stiffened tongue, I seek out the tiny knots that the day's stress has left beneath the velvet skin of your back.For half an hour or more, following with my hands to dry your skin, lest evaporation chill you, I search out and massage away each tense little bump, every taut strand. My tongue aches with fatigue by the time I have reached the little dimples at the top of your buttocks, and I switch to my hands.Every muscle in your. "I steered Mom to the doorway and into the living room, prodding her every second step. I positioned her in the middle of the room and then left, making enough noise that she could easily hear me going upstairs. Five minutes later, I returned and dumped my supplies on the floor. Mom had worked her way back to the couch and sat down. I pulled her up and placed her back in the middle of the room. "Stand here," I barked.I pulled the d****s closed and returned to my pile of supplies, noisily. "Are you busy, honey?" Scott asked."I've got some work to do," Tate answered politely."Well, I'm the boss, so it can wait. I've got some important clientsthat need attending to." Okay," Tate replied while Scott motioned for him to follow him.Tate wondered if Scott had really not recognized him. Tate, however,knew that Scott was the last person in the office to realize when hisfemale employees were pregnant or if anyone had changed theirappearance in anyway. Scott was not one to pay much.