After she climbed out and stood up, Doctor Hooker closed the door behind her. Feeling very naughty, Mrs. Waxerman threw herself into a hug with the do...tor, so glad that he loved her that she ignored her own previously stated feelings about public displays of affection. She would even have held his hand as they walked across the parking lot, had he offered.Doctor Hooker held the door for Mrs. Waxerman. She reluctantly entered the tattoo parlor. It didn’t hold the stigma the sex shop had, however. He had made a promise to himself to never make her cry but it was now broken. He felt like a first class asshole. He knelt down beside her and took her in his arms. ‘Sara, baby, whatever it is, we can work it out just please don’t shut me out. I just wouldn’t be able to stand that.’ He kissed he forehead in a comforting gesture. ‘I’m pregnant Chad.’ She said simply. It took him a moment to take it in, His chest swelled with pride at the thought of her carrying his child. ‘That’s wonderful news. You see, the shuttle from the Nomad is scheduled to make another stop here and it’s bringing such a huge load of new slaves, we decided to trade your family, Bobbie Boy’s, Tommy Boy’s and Jackie’s to our friends in order to make room for them all.”“Please don’t do that to us. I’ll be a real good lesbian lover and I will tell my girls to be the same, only please don’t trade us away.”The old hag smirked as she pushed Brianna down onto her bed. “Maybe I’ll put in a good word for you, maybe even. I was wearing my usual gold jewelery one me, a pair of small ear rings, a thin belly chain and a pair of sleek anklets. The shorts I was wearing were thin and the shape of my ass must have been very obvious even though I was wearing panties underneath it. I saw that her eyes were lingering from my back to my bare feet as she took in each detail that was visible and guessed the rest.She loitered around the room for a while and then went out of the room without saying another word, gently closing.