“Oh, Robert, be careful. I don’t know if I can do this baby,” I cried out. There was a real sense of panicin my voice. The size of the head defi...itely scared me a bit. It simply felt too big.“Not too fast, baby, go slow. My God. I don’t think it is going fit, baby.”The huge head was stretching me wide open. Maybe, it was because of the texture of the unyieldingplastic head just created more friction than a real penis. Maybe it was simply larger than Robert was.Maybe, because I was scared,I. “I intended to, but I never got around to it,” Albert replied.“Well, that is a moot point now. Does she know which one of us impregnated her?” Will asked.“She thinks it was probably me, but she does not know for sure. It could be you or Jason,” Albert said.“What do you want to do?” Dr. Pennington asked.“Emma being pregnant could complicate things,” Albert said.“You are right, I think we should have her have an abortion. Being pregnant will definitely interfere with the plans we have for her.. When Donna’s suckle hit Krissy’s clit, the slave instinctively spread thighs as invitation to her treats. Donna fanned her knees out causing her flesh of pelvic and hood of clit to touch down upon Krissy’s face as the cock continued its slow pump of her pussy. The extension of the slave’s tongue traced cock and clit and flicked at balls with each full hilt stick of dick. Donna worked Krissy from clit to inner folds with her skillful tongue, teased the slave with stroke of slender finger. With. So he plodded on, ever alert and ever cautious. His keen sense of navigation kept him from losing his way within the labyrinth. His bold meanderings would have made him the envy of Theseus. Then he heard a sound. It was rhythmic sound. There were frantic moans that were deliberately hushed. He slowed down, sensed the direction - and tiptoed. The moans and grunts became louder, but only slightly - and then he found that he was in cluttered storage area filled with earthen amphoras and bronze.