Other than that in the clothes he wore the card was it. I decided tosearch the rest of his place quietly. I padded through the bedroom andtried to fin... a light switch and after a few moments in the dark I found awell appointed living room. It was similar to mine but I had to make abet no indoor pool. The living room didn't have any personal items expectfor a few pictures of Steven and mostly him doing some kind of sportactivity. Other than that nothing it's almost as if this entire place. " She giggled nervously "thank you my love, you won't regret it. Please allow me a few more minutes." And I heard her tiptoe away from the door. It took a few seconds to pull myself away from the bedroom door and head to the living room. When I switched on the lights, the room became only very dimly lit. She must have changed the light bulbs and when I looked around I saw she had prepared the room for a cozy night on the couch. There were several candles set ready, a mount of large plush. She wasn't sure she could do it and also was really NOT taking any birth control.

We had a long discussion about the real possibility of this happening and the real possibility of her ending up pregnant with his black baby.

Her biological clock was ticking big time and in the last couple of years I hadn't succeeded in knocking her up. Her frustration at not being pregnant was real so I told her that if she did fuck him and got pregnant, she would have the baby and we would raise it together.. We thought it was fake, just something to make the guys that are watching "Get Off" But, it is real, it is really, really real! If I never feel that again, I will remember it until I'm a 110 years old." Like I said, you MADE me yours, right then and there, Sir. It is one thing to say I'm yours, and do anything you say. It is completely something different to "KNOW" that you own me. I know it now, 100%. I don't think there is anything that you could tell me to do, that I wouldn't kill myself.