Maybe I should call Polly and ask herif she needed her house cleaned. No, those were both bad ideas. I wastrying to rise out of that existence.I went ...o the bathroom and sank to my knees. There was nothing thatreminded me of my life more than cleaning bathrooms. I began to wash thetoilet.I glanced down, and I saw my tears fall into the bowl.* *Lace was crowded that night. It was a friendly place. Gay men, lesbians,fetishists -- they were all here. There were sissies. There were bondagebabies.. That could mean ... was it possible? Well, she hadn't used her usual protection since Tamara showed up to marry their husband Andre. In fact, she hadn't used contraceptives of any sort."What is it, babe?" Andre asked his second wife, recognizing that thoughtful look on her lovely face."I just realized that I haven't had my period yet. Honey, I think that I may be pregnant," she smiled, embracing the news as being the good kind."Well, well, that is something that the rest of the family needs to. The vibe at their house parties was always relaxed with an "anything goes" attitude. Although it was the end of October, it was an unseasonably balmy day in the Seattle area. Since the weather didn't require the usual multiple layers of clothing, I just dressed lightly. I shaved my legs smooth and put on a pair of black silk stockings, held up by a lacy black garter belt and matching lacy black bra. I then put on a pair of hot pink bikini thong panties for contrast and finished it with a. I took her to the balcony and started to fuck her from behind. I was enjoying this beautiful sex toy and I wanted to be seen … I want to make a good evening for other hotel guests that might see us. For the first time I really loved that Beata was so tall, I could very easily fuck her from behind (I am 1.9 m tall). It was quite cold in that evening (around 10 degrees C) but we couldn’t feel it … I was fucking her very hard to keep us warm and by balls very loudly hit her clit. My eyes were on.