It was just an accidental pregnancy. She had been on birth control but nothing is a hundred percent fool proof. She certainly wasn’t going to marry ...he guy that knocked her up either. Likewise she wasn’t going to have an abortion either. So in essence she decided to have it, raise it at home with me, and make the father support it until it is twenty-one years old. Of course the boy said that it wasn’t his child, so a paternity test had to be done on the baby when it was born.When I admired her. I’d have said yes to Friday night but I have a family commitment in the city this weekend.”“Soooo,” she said, dragging the word out, “say about eight?”She gave me her address and phone number which I wrote down in front of her and then stood there looking at her.She laughed and said, “See you later then.”It was still Thursday afternoon when I met Mrs. Rodriquez. I must admit I had never seen Mrs. Rodriquez before that day. Although I later found out she had lived on the same block from me for. On the way back tomy crappy little apartment, I stopped by the campus bookstore to checkthe mail for the day. I almost yelled for joy when I saw the smallpackage that had my new lacy little girl socks. (These were nylon andone pair had a big pink bow at the top, and one had a baby blue bow)That night, I barely slept. And the next morning, as my roommates racedout to catch flights, I sprinted for the bathroom! Within an hour, Ihad creamed and razored every last hair from my body, from my. We will all get a chance to playwith her later," she chuckled.This time all eyes turn to you and it is your turn to blush. You glancearound the faces to see lust written there, Mistress Michele winks atyou as you catch her eye. You top up a few more drinks before headingback to the kitchen to get the first course from a shouting chef andserve it to the Mistresses. Once again you pity the poor slaves as theyscuttle to complete her commands shouting."YES MISTRESS!"To her every command.Back in the.