The pain was unbearable and screamed at high aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooo removeeeeeeeeeeeeeee pl...zzzzzzzzzzzzz.He got off from me and sat in chair stroking dick. I was laying on bed chained with locked dildo filled inside me. He let me settle that way for while then got up and kissed my legs moving upwards. I felt his smooth lips over me, this time he was very gentle and felt him all over my body and kissed me all over, not leaving a single. She introduced us and then went to the bedroom to try on her new clothes. He poured a drink and rolled a joint and turned on some music. We didn't talk much. I thought maybe he was racist or something at first. She came out and showed us her outfit and modeled a little bit. We all started smoking but she was standing the whole time and dancing a little. Her boyfriend asked me if I knew she used to be a stripper. I said yes but I had never seen her dance. He said she could make her ass clap. I. "Sarah took a deep breath. "What about the father? He has a right to know."There was a deathly silence and Tabitha shook her head. "We agreed," she cried out and held Sarah's hand tightly. "We agreed not to tell him." Well I think we should," Sarah admitted and then winced as she felt her forehead. "I really think we should."Tabitha looked down at her swollen belly and wiped a tear from her cheek. "No. I dain't want anyone involved," she said firmly and sat back against the wall. "He might get. " she was covering her breasts with a towel and I could see her little panties filled with her young puffy labium "Could I borrow one of your undershirts to sleep in?" I nodded and she walked over pulling one out of the drawer while showing her amazing ass in a thong. Holy shit it was amazing even with the redness and tan lines. She dropped the towel thinking I could not see her breasts, but I got a full view in the mirror as she lifted her arms up to put the shirt on. stretching to show her.