Again Ikissed him, this time slipping my tongue between hiseasily parted lips and whipping it around inside hismouth. I felt movement in his crotch an... pressed evenharder against him. “Let me look at that camper of yours,” I said. Even inthe summers, nights in the Georgia mountain’s are cool,but I was so hot, I’m surprised steam wasn’t risingfrom my body as we walked outside. The full moon wasbright and the only sounds were the whisper of the windin the trees and. Then it hit me. I might be pregnant. I was careful not to think this loudly, for I didn't want Diamico to know until I was sure. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands and face. I opened the door and was almost knocked over by a worrisome Teaere."Are you alright, dear? I was worried when Diamico said you wouldn't let him in. What is the matter, child?"I leaned close to her ear and told her my suspicions. She pulled away and looked at me with a radiant smile on her face. I made a face pleading. ..or sometimes even worse. In short, I was a male toilet. This extended throughout the day as well. After I was emptied each morning, as a prisoner, I was taken outside and thoroughly hosed down, hands clasped behind my back while they scrubbed me top to bottom, that was my morning shower.Goddess Danielle went on to say that throughout history, captives were kept in shame, nude, filthy, sexually abused and tortured. I was to be no exception. I was apparently filling the place of a man who had a. Reaching the basement door I hastily open it and shut it behind me as I was down the stairs. I don't bother with the lights as the basement windows do let in some light. I reached the bottom of the stairs and paused a moment to survey the surroundings. She still laid motionless under the blankets, her head rested on the pillow eyes shut. I moved over to her, crouched down, and removed the covers, and she just rolled over.I take my hand and place it on her thigh and run my hand around her ass.