I. AM. HERS. and so is my cock and semen. So the work day is finally over and I can't get out of the office soon enough, I practically run out the ...oor. Once I get to the truck as I have been instructed I all my Mistress to see if there is anything she needs me to get on my home. Today's list is simple and it gets me excited: chocolate syrup, ice cream, peanut butter, a cherry pie, carrots, and cucumbers. I know that people in the store are looking at me funny when I walk to the produce. ‘You’ll be amazed at how erotic it is to watch yourself climax.’ Before I could take it all in, his hand moved closer and the entire monitor was filled with my pussy — up close and personal, as they say. ‘If you have all of this,’ I nodded to the monitor, the computer and the handcuffs. ‘Why were you watching me?’ I wasn’t sure what I thought about seeing myself displayed on a large screen like this. ‘Because you’re so beautiful,’ he said, looking me in the eye. ‘And you were, seemingly. They’ve analysed your latest test results, and I’m here to discuss those results with you. You’ll have to make some choices, eventually. I’d like to be able to talk about those choices, and their consequences. We can start now, or I can come back tomorrow. But I’ll be back every day, until you understand the seriousness of the situation. Which is it, today, tomorrow, or for as long as it takes me to get the message across to you?” There was still a demanding tone to her voice, but laced with. “Well, that really was something, most enjoyable!” Emily smiled up toward the old woman.“He does wish to know if you should want more?” She informed Emily.Emily chuckled to herself. “Not at this precise moment, I feel somewhat full as it is!”“Not now, some other time?” The old woman quizzed with a smile.“He can’t get me pregnant can he?” Emily asked reaching forward to straighten his hat.“Oh, he’s very good in that department, he’s twelve children of his own!”“Good grief, his poor wife!”“Don’t.