" "And in what, two or three months, you were going to have a miscarriage?" Jake shook his head. "Christ, Chelsea, how could you do that to me? How c...uld you do this at all?" "Because I'm scared!" She looked at him with a mixture of defiance and anger. "I don't know how to do anything. I didn't go to college for a career, I went for a husband. I didn't find one there, obviously." She shrugged. "I need someone to take care of me." "So you'd trick me into marriage? When I don't love you, and. Her long thin legs wrapped in light blue lace stockings and on her feet were matching light blue high heels. The only thing all of them were missing was the the panties. Everyone of them had their pussies and asses completely exposed for all to see. But since they had been repeatedly told since they'd been allowed to wear clothes "That all slaves were forbidden from wearing panties" they didn't really notice anymore. Though they did notice when their standard slave collars and shackles were. “No. Actually, I feel fine, but I’m feeling a bit guilty. I kinda left you hanging, didn’t I?”“What?” he exclaimed, puzzled. “I had four orgasms. Babe, I’ve never done that in one night in my life. How could you possibly think that you left me hanging?”Jasmine didn’t answer for a moment, but just sat staring at her plate. “I guess I’m not very good at lovemaking...”Morales put his plate down before taking hers and doing the same. With his arms around her, he whispered into her hair as she. Ah Beth. She was a frustrating toy, sometimes, but she was his first true slave. He liked the thought.“First true slave,” he mused aloud to himself.Of course, he had to take care when he spoke around her. Before she was ever brought to him, she’d been mind fucked so deeply that hearing the word “cum” would set her off as if it was a command. Even the phoneme “k” followed by “uh” followed by “em” would make her shudder in pleasure. He couldn’t really ask her to complete anything, or even be told.