" Aww," said Bridget, "that's so crudely put and yet so sweet."Crude or not, my compliment was sincere. Bridget looked like our mom; both were about f...ve and a half feet tall. Bridget had the slimmer body of youth where mom had more generous curves. Mom was a bottle blonde; Bridget had thick brunette hair that fell past her shoulders.We ate in silence for a minute. I was concentrating on getting just the right ratio of ice cream to syrup on my spoon when she said, "What are they doing now?"I. I kissed her in thanks, and then asked her what had triggered such a reaction. She thought about it, as though savouring the feeling, then slowly smiled, and said that it was when I touched her butt plug. OK, I thought, it seems to be working. We went back to the subject of Sylvia, and I asked Jenny if it seemed odd to her that both Sylvia and I were orphans and had similar backgrounds. Jenny thought about it, and said that she had not really considered it, but now I mentioned it, she did. But it suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t even care. He didn’t care if he were fired. He didn’t care if he never saw this God-forsaken place again. He just wanted Dinah and that baby, and he needed time to think of a way he could have everything he wanted. Back in the breeding cell, Damian watched Dinah sleep. He was planning a delicious introductory session with her, and he was getting so hard just thinking about it. He knew he had to break the bond that she had with Ian, and Damian knew. He pussy was still protected from my view. Alexa: ‘I didn’t think you would make it out of that room with dry boxers today.’ Adam: ‘For $60,000 I can handle it.’ Alexa: ‘Well now you’re in here for an hour with me.’ Adam: ‘I did my hour with Ashley yesterday. This has to be easier.’ Alexa: ‘I simply have an offer for you. I know how much you like my ass.’ Adam: ‘There’s no point in lying now.’ Alexa: ‘I always see you staring at my ass at work, and I bet you’ve gone home and jerked off.