Big, on herself. Big measured eight inches long andwas quite a bit wider than Happy. Mr. Happy became my date most nights,maybe even going steady.Ho...estly, this was no different than our other sexual escapades. Westill revisited all the familiar positions, we didn't stop doing any. Wejust kept moving forward.One night, before we smoked, Sarah told me to clean myself out. Thatmeant Mr. Happy was making an appearance. I used a warm water solutionand after several passes, was clean as a. There was quite a lot of chain so I was able to move. He said “What's your name, slut?” I answered “Its Claire, Sir, but I am also instructed to respond to piggy”“Well, piggy Claire -you're now our Piss-slave! Anyone who wants a pee can use your mouth! Won't that be nice? And if an owner wants to give you a few thrashes, there's a whip there! Slaves must use you-they are not allowed out of this room, but they can't whip you. Do you understand, girl?” I nodded rather sorrowfully. He said “Cheer. The hall was a mess from everyone tracking stuff in on the new carpet.“Where are the cleaning supplies and vacuum?” I asked. “I need to get right at that hall and stairway.”“I’ll have them delivered tomorrow,” Jim said. He turned to me. “Is this going to work?”“It’s wonderful. What do you mean?”“You’re pregnant.”I took a deep breath. I didn’t need to piss off my benefactor, but he was pissing me off.“It’s a situation that sometimes occurs when you are drugged and raped. When it happens, a woman. I knew that I couldn't have both for long - or at least I feared it." "I never said I was leaving - I don't know if I could," Steven said. "Then please stay with me, please indulge me, for at least a while longer. You won't be sorry. I promise." Her last words were delivered with sultry assurance. She smiled, and her eyes brightened. Unable to think, he extended the box, offering it to her. She moved to his side and slid the robe off her shoulders, holding it open, offering her body to him..