“Naw...” she replied, “I don’t want to mess up your relationship.”Bev snorted, “We’re not exclusive. Go for it.”Deena considered for a...moment. “Do you have any rubbers?” she asked, “I didn’t even think to bring any.”“We don’t use ‘em.”Deena felt a little thrill in the pit of her stomach as her mind, unbidden, shifted to the thought of Jim’s unprotected cock inside her. However, logic won out over nature. “I don’t want to get pregnant,” she told her friend.“What if I told you that he had a. . the translator said..." another huge and complicated clearing of her throat, "The officer wrote Bleeker on the forms. The translator told Grandpop his name was now Bleeker and not to forget it."I had never heard this part of my ancestry. I was medium interested and asked mom about His parents."They didn't think it was important back then ... descent was from the mother... 'who knows who the father is? ... only God ... and he ain't telling.' She used to say that." She laughed. "When they got. This is typical of her and she got out of the pool and sat in a chair. This was ok for a few minutes till she was cold. Lilly suggested that she just go in and lay down on either our bed or the day bed in our room.The three of us continued chatting and enjoying our beverages. I was well on the way to being well drunk when I realized that I was the only one that was running into the house for drink runs. When Lilly "accidentally" spilled a drink I had just got her I automatically wanted to see. With that, we left the cafe and parted with my master. I would be spending the next several months with my new mistress, being even more feminized and turned into a passive fuck-slave. She lived in a 2-bedroom apartment, shared by a bisexual woman, who was also tall, blonde and thin. 'This is my room mate and my dominatrix partner, Joanna' said my mistress. She was dressed in a small denim skirt, tight string top and black heels. it was clear she wasn't wearing underwear. 'We have a new.