Abruptly she stood and slowly removed her lower garments. Her shoes came off first, her eyes locked on mine. Her britches followed and she folded them...carefully and placed them on a chair. She did not wear bloomers like mine, but silk shorts which had a delicious transparency to them, such delicate material were they fashioned in. I could perceive through them a dark triangle similar to that which covered my most private of parts. Soon though I was gazing on that triangle uncovered and watched. But that was were my luck stopped. I know what I am about to say is just plain impossible, but after a complete examination, my doctor assured me that I wasn't sick. He insisted that I was approximately 8 weeks pregnant.I didn't know what to say, how could I tell this man that Jack was too sick to make love to me and had been for over 6 months prior to his death. If I said anything like that, the doctor would assume that I had cheated on my husband. What else would anyone think?I went straight. "She takes out a lighter and begins to heat up a wax candle. She leansover and drips the wax on the lock of my cage and then affixes the ringto the wax. "What attempted breach?"She walks up to a closet and opens it. "I was afraid of this, we onlyseem to have black punishment dresses. Well, acquittals are rare aroundhere." She leans out the door, "Mistress Braun please take Pinky andLulu with you into the storage and see if you can find a white innocencedress for Jezebel."Headmistress. I imagined that it was her spit that was soothing my strokes and that she was sitting just above me whispering encouraging things to me."Cum for me, Hank. Stroke your cock and shoot your come all over me," I imagined her saying.I felt my balls tighten and knew that the end was getting close. It was not just that a beautiful woman was watching me masturbate, but she was enjoying it as much as I was. My groin had a tingling feeling and I wanted to squeeze my ass and begin the pumping I knew was.