Sub, bore her markings and he was very proud to bare any and everything his Mistress inflicted upon him. After all, she was his Goddess and he worship...ed the very essence of her presence, be it oh so very painful. Sub heard the footsteps of his Mistress as she approached and his excitement was felt far beyond the dark and dreary crawl space of his refuge. In his darkened haven of loneliness, Mistress Camille's presence filled his hell with glorious light and admiration. As she unlocked the door. Either way we would never know until thechildren recovered from shock and told us their story. The next shock destroyed what little faith I had left in Human nature.It appeared that because the children had no proper identities, nowestern country would accept responsibilities for them. The Iranianauthorities offered to find adoptive parents in Iran but I had gravereservations about that. The children were obviously from a Europeanbackground and it would have been unfair to expose them to a. “Just tell him I’m having sex with my best friend and his dog, whenever he is out of town.”“Duke’s my dog,” Claire corrected.“Hey Doug! Claire, Candy and I are fucking Duke. Wanna watch?” She snorted. “I don’t think so. Why don’t you tell him, Claire?” Darlene teased.“Sure! Maybe he’d like a three-way with you and Candy,” Claire mused.“And Duke,” Candice added.“A four-way,” Darlene said.“And what about me?” Claire asked. “I’d want to join in, too.”“A five-way?” Darlene thought. Two cocks and. Silly, huh." Damn, Jill!" I moaned. "Why didn't you TELL me?" Because I knew what would happen if I did. Especially back then. And I knew what would happen if I told you or Mom now that I wanted to get pregnant. You'd both go into speeches about college and my future and all that stuff, when all I really want is to raise apples and your babies. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds and opened them again. "Our babies," she corrected herself.I just stared at her, unable to say much. I think.