Very moving glances were exchanged, she blinked several times. Our lips were touching. We were now kissing. The silence was heavy, but we didn’t fee... it, we were alone in our new world. This was so new to us, we were shaken by uncontrolled movements. We were French kissing, and progressively, we moved towards her bedroom. We shut the door and she pushed me on her bed! I was completely blocked and didn’t know what to do next. My cousin was less shy than me and very fast she unlocked my dress and. The father was a sperm donor (in the "dirty word" sense), who'd skipped town when he'd heard she was pregnant, and hadn't been seen or heard from since. There was no help coming from that direction. She knew he didn't have any money, anyway."Damn. I'm sorry. That sucks." Trixie gave Stacy a sympathetic look before turning back to her mirror. "Did you talk to Mr. Parvait?" Mr. Parvait was strapping, young photographer who created web sites for strippers. Of the folks around who did that,. In the process my hand was touching to her boob. Slowly I push my self towards her now our both shoulders are in tight touch. The baby started to cry. She took the baby open her blouse for breast feed. Slowly I handed my poster so that my elbow touches her side naked boob.After breast feed I once again took the baby and hold her hand.Now my hand was touching slightly on her thighs. Once movie close we return to our house, she hold me tight and I dropped her at street end I roam for 10 minutes. The door opens and in walks my master. He stands in front of me and says stand. I stand up as fast as I can, keeping my head down and eyes on the floor. He places my collar on around my neck. My collar is the symbol of my submission, I must never touch it. He snaps his fingers and points to the floor in front of him. I hurry and drop to my knees in front of him as he unzips his pants. I watch anxiously as he pulls his semi-hard cock out. I can feel myself getting wet as he holds his cock in.