” Another smile. “You’re there.”The hand is slowly drawn away back to his shoulder. “ Now do it,’pregnate me.”They stare at each other a... he enters. “Oh, Harold.”The thrusts are now long and hard pressing her down in small jerks. She is holding him, sounds like small sobs, sighing.He shifts his position, pressing forward, inhaling, a pause, then it comes, filling her, lifting her in a long spasm, shuddering contractions sending ripples down the coats and the boots. A shriek. “Oh shit and sugar,. "Stop! Stop it! I have to pee!" he cried out, trying to scoot away from me, but I was relentless. "I'm serious!"Finally satisfied, I sat back, panting and hot. My hair was in my face, so I reached up to pull it back into a pony tail. He sat up to lean against the wall and I noticed him staring at my chest. I'm not that big, but my arms were up and my shirt was stretching across my breasts, outlining them clearly.I gave him a disgusted look. "Seriously?" Sorry," he said sheepishly and blushed a. A slave will receive visitors at the door with whatever clothing the Master or Mistress commanded.2. A slave will greet visitors in whatever way the Master/ Mistress commands - this may include just taking coats and putting them away, kissing the hand of the guest or kneeling in front of them.3. A slave will not refer to anyone using his or her first name. A slave will use the title Sir or Ma'am combined with their name to differentiate and to make sure that he or she remembers her or his. The process of adapting to her power was hard and painful. My body could modify by the instinct of my need like speed, strength, and comfort. But when I changed any part of me at will, I felt excruciating pain.The next problem was supplies. I did not have a piece of cloth to cover me. I had pretty much-eaten anything edible near the palace. At night, I had to sneak into the village dressed in a ripped shirt and jeans. I stole a few lungis and shirts set out to dry.Some villagers were spooked by.