When you didn't call Sunday I wasn’t sure if that was because you were waiting to hear from me, or you weren't into the slave thing once it became r...ality. This morning when you called me 'sir' and kept staring at my crotch, I knew I had found the right slave."He paused to drink."You really enjoy sucking my cock, don't you?"Without removing my mouth from his cock I mumbled an affirmative. Mark moaned and rolled his groin into my face when I mumbled. I did it again, noticing my own cock pressing. “He only left about an hour ago, but should be back soon.“John Anderson is the most stubborn, most troublesome man I have ever met,” Jack continued, but was now smiling. “And if he hadn’t found you, hadn’t taken you to his house, hadn’t called me when he saw how sick you were ... you would be dead right now!“John saved your life ... and if you tell that mule-headed ex-Marine I ever said anything nice about him then I will not only deny it, but will recommend that you be transferred to the psych. Its digital display showed that slightly more than the requisite two hours had passed since she’d forced the girl to drink the potion necessary for the ritual.The old woman had been captivated by the girl the first time she’d seen her. She could sense the girl’s strength and vitality; she’d be the perfect vessel. While the girl had been sitting with friends in the mall, her jacket draped over the back of her seat, the old woman had managed to snag a couple of stray hairs from jacket’s collar.. "I groaned internally. Yet another problem! What test? "Okay, Julie, whatis it?" I didn't add, 'this time'!"Hank, I'm pregnant!" What?" I spluttered, losing a mouthful of Scotch. I almost fell out ofthe chair. "Are you sure?" I cried. "Then who's the father?"She glared at me. "You are! I haven't been seeing any other man andHank, you see, I want to keep the baby. I'm getting on and I alwayswanted to have a family sometime."'Getting on' was a bit of an exaggeration. Julie was only twentysix,.