You’re sure?’ ‘Not until I take a pregnancy test. But this is what happened last time.’ Misha got up and gave a whoop of delight, doing a kind...of victory salute, ‘A daddy, My God, wait until I tell my mom, she is going to be so happy.’ Froo sat there on the black granite tiles, staring up at her lover, it sinking in that he wasn’t angry and was happy about the baby. ‘Are you sure Misha, a baby is a big step, one we didn’t plan.’ Stopping in his tracks he looked down at her, still kneeling by. "Mommy I am not Peggy's little sister, so please stop calling me that. Idon't want to go outside dressed like this either mommy."I see Peggy and Sally looking at me and then at were mommy is standingbehind me. I start to regret what I said, but it is all true. The second Iturn around on the bar stool I feel mommy picking me up like I am a babyand carrying me under her arm like I am some kind of toddler."How about you say thank you mommy for making your hair look so pretty,instead you are. I knew where her limits lay, she knew what I was capable of doing to her. Our safeword system had been in place for months. Now, it was time for play.I began by strapping her wrists into a pair of leather cuffs with D-rings attached, and hooking them to a carabiner, which was already tied to a rope threaded through an eye anchored in the ceiling.I raised her up to her toes, making sure she felt the stretch in her calves and legs.To ensure she could maintain this compromising position, I tied a. I lifted my skirt and stared atmy new girl's parts. Two folds of skin between my legs that cametogether in a crevice. My legs were maybe a bit further apart toaccommodate those parts. Apart from that, I wondered how different mybody really was. Was I slightly taller? Looking around, the parts of theroom that were familiar seemed a bit lower. The short sleeves of mynightie exposed my arms, which looked a bit thinner. Looking moreclosely at my hands and fingers they were more slender, as well.I.