Main unke sath unke ghar chala gaya.Ghar pohochte hi,Me:Haa bhabhi kya kaam hai?Bhabhi: Zyada nai bas Wo bag utarna hai parafit seMe:Bas bag,laao stoo... do utar deta huBhabhi: Ye lo stool aur sambhal kar bag thoda bhari hai..Me:Ha koi na utar lunga tension nai,Jaise main upar chada aur yeh batane k liye ghuma k stool pakadna mjhe ek adbhoot nazara dikha,Gora Gora blouse se chipka hua aur pallu se bacha hua bhabhi ka perfect cleavage,aisi gali jaha mera hathyar jaana chahega,ye dekhte hi armaan. Sandy was doing her best to control herself, but her arousal had grown so great as she had been placed upon the altar – a sacrifice for her Mistress's pleasure – that a needful whimper escaped her lips with each breath. She looked up at her Mistress, who smiled down at her – her own face looking radiant in the candlelight that swirled around them both.Sandy then felt Mistress move, and soon found her vision to be taken from her as a blindfold was placed over her eyes. Now even more helpless,. .. nasty." She laughed nervously and looked into my eyes. "She feels safe with you, Sir. She trusts you. And... And... she really doesn't know why... she hardly knows you, Sir. And yet... she feels closer and more secure with you than she has ever felt in her life."I hugged her warmly, enjoying the moment. "Is that what you need most, Dominique? To feel secure?" Yes... Yes, Sir. I think so. But a little more than that... to feel truly secure I also want to be desired... wanted... used... used. I love her. I’ll put up with a few mood swings with pleasure. She’s pregnant and that’s to be expected. After all, it means that I’m going to be a daddy,” Mike said. He couldn’t wait for the day when his child came running to him calling him daddy.Vincent was pleased to hear Mike discuss his feelings towards his daughter in that manner. He’d seen a lot of men who had fled upon hearing that their wife was pregnant. He’d seen a lot of men cheat on their wives while she was at home feeling.