A half-hour later, Bill came down to the den.“I’m sorry, Ted, but I don’t think I can help your mom anymore. I have broken in several freshmen g...rls, but your mom is something else. It felt like I should be in a classroom giving a lecture. She asked me questions like how many strokes it was going to take for me to give her an orgasm. Should she be looking for a specific size penis based on her body weight? God, she was taking notes while I tried to have sex with her. I totally lost it. I’m. I looked into his eyes. "Now Steve, I want you to promise me that you will never wank again without my permission. I will not punish you if you do. I will leave you. Do you understand" Yes Carrie. I promise." He said firmly.I knew he meant it, but he would probably need help keeping his promise. In the meatime, though I was happy to give him his reward. "Tell me how you love me." I said as I began to gently pump his cock with my gloved hand, letting the satiny fabric slip over his. Not that I minded too much. I know I need an owner. Having an owner who is kind and thoughtful is more than I could ever imagine selling myself into.Yet here I am with a mistress who loves me very much and a master I'm only avoiding pining away for due to the fact that I'm pregnant. That is another thing I never thought would happen, or rather I was certain that if I were ever to get pregnant on Earth that the baby would have been sold to some well heeled buyer. That's because it became obvious. "Stop! No! NO! Please God, no!!" I swung my arms, kicking and thrashing through the nightmare. With a broken arm and fractured leg, that was a bad move. Ariel snapped me back to reality by throwing her body over my chest to hold me still. "Mister Porter!" she shouted. "Jackson, wake up! You're having a nightmare!" Gasping, I forced my eyes open. For one horrible moment, I could still see the truck careening toward me. I panted and unwittingly clung to Ariel with my good arm. "Hospital." I.