She made a quick detour and had a quiet word with Murray, her business partner, told him she was off duty now and he was in charge. Murray gave her a ...heeky wink and a slap on the arse, told her to enjoy, after more than twenty years of friendship he of course new her so well.She arrived at his table, and was pleased to see he had ordered champagne, had taken control, his eyes never left her, drinking her in hungrily, she watched his eyes follow her every move as she sat on the vacant chair and. ‘Marty, you listening?’ ‘Horace, I gotta get this stuff packed. Lemme ask you something. Do you think I should keep my old stuff, from before? I don’t know as I’ll ever get back into those pants.’ Horace Walpole, the prison guard who had looked after Marty after Marty had stepped in and held another prisoner in check after he had stabbed Walpole in the throat during a riot, sighed. He picked up the pants and held them up against Piatkowski. The cream-colored slacks still bore some of the. The one thing on which she was clearly focused however was that the pain of her nightmare was real. Lying naked on the floor, her legs spread, knees lifted, she looked down to see that indeed her stomach was distended, she was cramping badly and her uterus was full and resisting her efforts to deliver. Someone had placed a mirror against the footstool in front of her, obviously so she could watch the 'birth'. Pains lanced through her as she again pushed and, unbelievably, she saw in the mirror. This put Brad at ease and emboldened him. He told Ben, “And she ate my ass too”. Again Ben laughed and said, “Yeah I never told you about that.” Knowing Ben was okay with what was happening put Brad at ease and allowed him to once again enjoy the oral onslaught Jenny was giving him. She was still pumping and twisting her head and hand back and forth on his cock, covering him in saliva. Brad, now knowing Ben was elated at what was happening started telling Ben how good she was and how hot she.