This place was going to degenerate into a food fight any minute.The four pregnant babes were discussing names and who would pop first. They were still...months away, but were already anticipating pushing a kid into the world.We four future dads were happy to drink our coffee, eat a breakfast sandwich, and think of the coming responsibilities. That was a lot to think about.Hanna asked, "Since Jim isn't on your medical plan, am I still covered for maternity?"Shawna perked up and said, "Yeah, I. Martha asked, "What in the world are you doing with all that yeast?" Fortifying myself," I said. I dipped into the jar for the fourth time."Good heavens," Martha breathed.I felt good. I was rested. I was drunk with desire for Martha. I was, secretly, desperate for her. If this was to be our last night for the undetermined length of her period, I wanted to make the most of it.Martha sat at the table and watched me down the thick brew. She said, "I hope you don't explode."After the last swig I. We put our discarded underwear in the glove compartment and returned to the camp road. From there, it was only ten minutes more to the main road, a two-lane “highway” leading to town.The drive to town took another forty minutes, and we chatted idly about the sights along the road, cars we passed, and anything else that struck our fancy.Once we got into town, the first stop we made was at a bank. I stayed in the car while Susan went inside.When she returned, she handed me a bank envelope,. When I arrived it was just a two up two down house, I knocked the door and this very tall, rough but good looking man open the door he looked at me and said you must be the sissy slave, yes I replied, get in here he said pulling me through the door, I have here a list of something’s you like he read to be beaten up by a real man, have your cock whipped, made to suck a man while he cums on you and to be used as a toilet, I had no idea that my mistress had given him a list of things she wanted.