I am due in like a month.’ That explains everything. She was glowing like someone who was just about to have a baby. Those jugs must be filled with ...reast milk. I reached out my hand. ‘Jackson. My name is Jackson Anderson.’ ‘Jackson,’ she said. ‘It’s nice to meet you. I will be back in ten minutes to check on you.’ I saw her walk out the store. was watching her hips and ass move as she walked out. As she turned the corner, her tits bounce up and down with each step. I felt by cock grow harder.. "I think they're after me." Kill him. Don't talk to him, don't become distracted," the fat man shouted hoarsely, his grotesque voice floating across the market. "Remember, I will make you rich men, powerful men if you kill him."His brooch wanted him, McAllister was aware, even over the distance separating them, from the village to the mountain. In turn, McAllister wanted the saber lying on his clothes next to the brooch. A sudden image of unknown hands cutting a rent in the fabric of the world. The two followed the woman. In her short time in the Penthouse, Linda had picked up some of the vernacular: A "party" was a gathering of Mistress' thralls. Each woman at a party was expected to have sex with as many other women as possible for Mistress' entertainment and glorification. If Mistress was pleased, she'd invite one or some of Her slaves to entertain her personally. A "ceremony" was performed for the purpose of preparing women for future parties. Parties were thrown whenever it. Her features are a bit too sharp, the planes of her face too odd-angled. No one can beat her eyes though, and right now, they were uncomfortably trying to meet mine."Tell me what's wrong, Bonnie." I keep dreaming about you, Uncle Jack."I blinked, startled. "Dreaming ... about me?"She nodded, sipping her drink. "Every single night. Sometimes three or four times a night." She looked down at the table. "It's become very stressful for me, Uncle Jack."Numb with shock, I nodded."The worst of it.