‘Holly honey, it’s OK, you can tell us anything.’ ‘Well, the thing is, I’m pregnant too.’ I saw Holly look down at her lap like she could...’t quite look us in the eye. Everyone was silent around the little table. ‘I’m about twelve weeks, same as you Cheyenne. So I guess we’ll be giving birth together.’ Holly let a little smile play around her lips. ‘Honey, who’s the father? Can you tell us?’ Chloe asked. ‘My new boss,’ Holly said softly. Chloe gasped at Holly’s answer. Adrian and I looked at. It surprised and confused Jay when he found he was enjoying it, his little cock was rock hard."I'm gonna fuck you boy, just like I do your mamma, gotta have some relief boy, just gotta."His dad said, breathing faster now.He got up, telling Jay not to move, and he never, after all, where would he go, and besides, he never wanted to leave.His dad came back with a can of criso, took some on his fingers and worked it up Jays ass, it helped the finger go in this time.Then he rubbed some over his. Most of my clients were men. They represented a plethora of sexual problems, desires and variations of many themes. I had to keep records of who wanted what including how they wanted to see me dressed. I had a cornucopia of costumes both for myself and for the clients. A favorite male fantasy is that of a French maid, dressed to the nines, forced to do meaningless cleaning, prancing around in ultra high heels. Some men liked the school girl or nurse fantasies, dressing accordingly. I sat on the toilet and had a pee, pulled the annoying pants off my feet, and then threw them into the bin for tissues. Having got up again, I filled the hand basin with warm water, and proceeded to wash in between my tits, and then under them, finally I cleansed my pussy and ass. I played with my long curly red hair for a while, but it just seemed to be doing what it wanted. Feeling much fresher now, I walked a little unsteadily back to the lounge, where I found Adrian and Allan sitting on the.