I answered and was caught off guard by the deep young voice on the other end."Is Annie there he asked."I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you have the wrong nu...ber." I said in my sexiest voice, hoping it would get his attention."This isn't Annie's number? 619-555-6969?" he asked.That was the number he had dialed, but it didn't belong to Annie. I explained to him that I had just recently gotten the number.He apologized, "I'm sorry for bothering you. Thanks." And before he said good-bye I blurted, "It's. If one was to walk through the door and down a flight of steps, they would find themselves in a long hallway of rooms. Out of these rooms come pleasured moans, pleas for release, shrieks of hedonistic pain, and the thud of paddles and riding crops against soft flesh. In one of these rooms you find yourself held in place like da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man, with your wrists and ankles bound in place. You have been blindfolded and stripped of all your clothes, by two luscious women. One is a tall dark. "Then I'm not," he whispered fiercely. "I'm not your father, and it's never been proven that I am." He gulped, pausing before continuing. "I love you, Sandra, in a way fathers do not love their daughters. And I want to make love with you, without guilt or shame. As far as anyone knows, you don't have a father." He drew her close, feeling her tears on the skin of his shoulder. She clung to him as he stroked a hand through her hair and down her back."God, Kevin, I love you," she returned. "I love. Carl loved my now large butt and pendulous breasts. He called me 'his little mammy'. I liked that. However, as Ailleen had warned, nursing effected me. I awoke on night because my boobs were throbbing. I staggered to the bathroom. As the light came on I gasped. My breasts had grown some more, maybe a D cup. They looked - fat, and bloated. And .... a wet strain was radiating from each engorged nipple. I pulled down the bodice of my nighty. Oh! I was only in my 6th month, but I was already.