Instead of fear, anger, or a fast trip to the abortion clinic, she found herself deliriously happy.“I’ve made a whole person,” she shouted to no...one, in the stall of the diner’s ladies room. “I’m gonna be a momma!Determined to make changes, she checked on the local pregnancy crisis center, for help getting off drugs and out of the life. They were polite but insistent that she contact her mother for support and wouldn’t take no for an answer. That was a non-starter and she realized she was going. "It's Tammy. Oh God, Mistress, I want to cum so bad," cooed this young-sounding girl -- I could hear the capitalization of 'Mistress' in her tone -- "just thinking about you! You shouldn't have whipped me so hard, I'm scared my mom will notice and I can hardly sit down, but it feels so good!" She sounded breathless, and I was getting that way quickly myself, although not from arousal! "I haven't brushed since so I can keep the taste of you in my mouth, but oh I want to be with you again so. “How many people do you suppose can comfortably sleep in that bed?”Rachel guessed, “Three?”“Precisely. How many people do you think actually sleep there?”Rachel looked off to the kitchen, “Four?”“Also, right. Sometimes even five and that’s very tight.”He led her across to one of the guest rooms. “How many beds do you see in this room?”“None. No one sleeps here.”“Also, right. This is the dressing area for Heather and Pam.”He led her to the third bedroom. “Number of beds?”“One double, really for. Returning his smile, she lifted her arms as his hands roamed down her sides, his fingers brushing just lightly against the sides of Becky's tiny A-cup breasts before sliding back up her arms, their fingers linking.Moaning softly, the sound lost in the cacophony, the little teen gasped and found herself giggling as she felt another body press against her, this one from the front. Glancing upwards, the pink haired raver blushed deeply as she found a tall, even more muscular than his friend, black.