Marci remembered that so she was not going togive Helen one second over midnight as her sissy slave.Marci open the door and said in an monotone voice,..."I am comingMistress."Marci was actually happy saying those words. She knew in a couple ofminutes she would never have to call her wife Mistress again. Shewondered how her wife would think that she would want to continue beinga sissy full time or even part time. Then again, she wondered how herwife did not know their marriage was over and that. Billy poured himself another beer, calmly drinking it as Sara masturbated in front of him."Is it good?" he asked her.Sara was rubbing harder now. She gasped loudly with excitement, massaging her pussy in an ever-increasing rhythm."Ohhh," she shouted straight into Billy's face. He just smiled, taking another sip of beer."Well, is she gonna come?" the bartender said.Then, suddenly, Billy stood in front of Sara again. Without warning, he brutally forced two fingers up into her pussy. She screamed. Punk grabbed her cellphone and dialed a number. She explained to Pink while the phone rang, "He's a bodyguard, but not like the big fat ones that are gross, he's really sexy and" she paused for effect. "He's black!!!" Pink screwed up her face and managed to squeak out, "How black?...?" Shocked into laughter at the question posed as much as the silly semi-concered look on Pink's face. Punk couldn't resist a tease. "He's stretch our little assholes big black cock, black." Pink's face screwed up. "And what if we find out it's not yours? I know you don't like the idea of abortion and neither do I but if you tell me to get rid of it I will. Or give it up for adoption." Some maternal impulse made her twitch as if she could already feel the baby inside her."I don't know what I would do but we have to find out the truth. Your doctor can get the fetus' DNA, and we can have her match it against Jeff's. Since he… laid you Friday night, he's probably more likely than the Saturday night crowd to.