I’m creaming on Mr. R’s tablecloth.” “Who are you?” “I’m your slave.” “And what do you need?” “I need to be fucked, Master.” I... a flash, I felt the fingers slide out of my ass and I moaned at the absence of sensation. The straps removed and Mr. R and Carlos helped me climb onto the table. Master positioned me so that I was on all fours but tilted back like a frog. He pressed his cock against my ass and I leaned back hungrily until it slid inside me. I squeezed against him to stave off the. “Hello, Sam,” Carlos said flatly.I looked up at him, terrified.“It’s time for you to come out of the closet,” Carlos said as he smiled.The irony wasn’t lost on the moment as I sheepishly crawled out of the closet.“Hi… I,” was all I could muster.Carlos looked at me sternly for the longest time before he broke out into a laugh.“It’s okay, I know all about you and Bev,” Carlos admitted.“What?” I said, utterly confused.“Bev has told me everything from the very beginning, from your first time. I almost lost my composure at that point but i said my goodbyes and walked away with all these lustful thoughts running around my mind i wanted to meet this milk man and i was going to do my best to find this man and hope to have the experience my perverted mind craved,I drove to this little village every weekend for six weeks and got nothing, i would park my car in the village and simulate wandering about just as my friend had did, i did that on Friday and Saturday night every week for those. 'Wow! She's been busy!' Jake thought, astounded. 'She really is a baby factory!''Wait a minute ... That was just from one daughter, ' Jake realized. 'Alicia herself is eighty-six. How many children has she had that she calls herself a baby factory?' Back in the beginning of the twenty-first century, a 'Baby Factory' was a girl who got pregnant every time she had sex.'She's had more than one child with me!' he realized, now totally astonished. 'And she's working on number three!'"Alicia!" Jake.