"Just like a little clittie," she pronounced. The measuring tape was produced, but my peepee wouldn't get hard.The Mistress asked the three black guys...to come over and show me there cocks. I was pushed to my knees as they stood in front of me and dropped their pants revealing three dangling thick black cocks. My mouth reflexively watered and I stared at their beautiful cocks. And my peepee got hard.I was measured and came in at less than three and a half inches long and barely three inches. Using his left hand and arm to hold his patient in place in the way he was taught to use in surf lifesaving he starts a side-swim motion on dry land. His right arm reaches out to grab something and pull them forward while his right leg pushes on the ground or anything else to send them ahead. His first movement gains them only two hundred millimetres, the next is about the same. Not much, but it is movement. His actions are like the old saying: slow and steady wins the race, and this will be a. I anticipated this move, but my limbs are shorter than yours, so I do not make my escape. You have caught hold of the bottom hem of my dress. I am afraid to move away for fear of ripping the fabric. I have a trapped look on my face, yet my eyes still have that smoldering quality. You tug on my dress, making me come closer to you. You have a wide grin. I pretend to pout, but the corners of my mouth keep turning up, regardless how hard I try to prevent them. I cross my arms over my chest,. “Well, you couldn’t expect it to last until you delivered. You are a slender girl, and it shows -- shows delightfully.” He’d enjoyed keeping the secret, knowing that his entire life had changed while his friends remained blithely ignorant of the change, but he’d enjoy sharing the news, too.“What’s the next step?” he asked. Did they send out announcements? Wasn’t that only at birth? He’d learned of pregnancies -- babies attracted him -- but he’d never got an announcement of one. Did he tell his.