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“What are the chances a pregnancy will take with her?” Dr. Porter smiled, his false teeth yellow and chipped. “The more you try the better the chances are but realistically, there's no physical reason why she wouldn't within the month. It might take until her next ovulation cycle but that's not long, maybe two weeks from now.” CGB carried her naked sleeping body in his arms out of the examination room. Looking down at her he felt a lot of different emotions. He was angry that she didn't tell them she had an implant, that she couldn't get pregnant this whole time they were together. He was also excited, now he knew for certain that she could get pregnant and most likely would carry to term. “What do you think? Do we tell her we amateur took it out or no?” asked Murph, walking beside CGB. He shook his head frowning, “We can tell her when she tell us she had it in the first place.” Murph took out Blonde his keys as soldier's held open the double doors to the Medical Lab. CH. 3 Betrayal Sitting at the telecom station in the Center, Murph rolled in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk. He hated waiting for others, it was a waste of his time. CGB leaned against a brick wall to his left, his bulky arms crossed as he bounced a tennis ball against the floor impatiently. “These fucks do this shit on purpose,” CGB sneered, walking over to his chair. Finally, after waiting almost ten minutes for a thirty second conversation, the red light flashed on the monitor, advising that Captain General Kensington of Louisiana was on. “Afternoon CG Barberi, CG Murphy. Sorry, I”m late. Got caught up with these fucking floods, UPP fuckers tried to break the upper levee’s.” “Afternoon Commander. How are the boys? CG Clarke?” asked CGB, ignoring his apology. “Good, good,” he said, cracking a smile as he took off his worn baseball cap. “I hear you found yourself a slave to give you some sons. I would hope you're checking in with some good news?” Murph held up a manila envelope, “All clear by Dr. Porter. We will send these to you after the ceremony is done.” “When did you want to complete the ceremony so I can notify everyone?” CG Kensington asked, taking out a book on the monitor. Murph looked to CGB who smiled. “The sooner the better, maybe tonight,” he said, bouncing the tennis ball against the brick wall. “Alright, if anything they can just watch the recording later. It will happen when it happens, I don't like deadlines,” added Murph, standing up. “As long as you send out the notice when you're ready, that's all that really matters,” replied CG Kensington, writing in the book. Signing off, Murph went toward the door. “I'm gonna get back before she wakes up,” he said. “Okay, I'll probably take her down to the stables later, get her out of that fucking house,” CGB replied, taking out his phone. “Doc is on standby in case she remembers anything.” Murph nodded, hardcore dropping the manila envelope into a secure bin as he headed out the door. Morgan woke up in a cold sweat gasping for air. Of course she had lost track of how many He glanced at Melinda, noting her efforts to cover herself. And to compound my embarrassment Tony had hardcore me sit on Blonde one of the seats that backs to the side of the amateur carriage and there was a couple of middle-aged men sat opposite. "You're gonna make me cum again, slut!" If she's bad, just let Clint or me know, and we'll deal with her.” “But I like our house the way it is! I don’t want it to change!” She pressed against me, snuggling up tight. The four of us– now the five of us slaves– hurried back to the cabin. The next day they both were now the family’s servants with the mayor dressed in a maid’s uniform complete with makeup and completely hairless below the neck. We both knew that our room was too dark and too high up for anyone to see us---probably, anyway--- but the mere fantasy was immeasurably thrilling, all the same.
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My dress rustled around my body. Both of which were dashed as he saw her launch Blonde herself to her feet ready for the next chance to add another bruise. My legs screamed as I stood up. It was a shallow puddle in comparison with the vast lake of fondness he felt cradling his sister. He is digging his finger nails into my arse again in a mixture of pleasure and pain and I am enjoying it as I hover very close to cumming. She was just one of the reasons I wanted to wait until my daughters were older to bleed them, because I had amateur to be very careful I didn't hurt Dani, even if she didn't hardcore want me to.
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