I didn't have time to appreciate this, however. The moment the door closed behind me, I fell to my knees in front of the toilet. Even the toilet was e...xpensive, one of those Japanese ones with the built-in heated bidet... which I thankfully didn't hit as I choked up a stinging mixture of bile, phlegm and thick white semen.I knelt there for a minute until my gagging subsided, then picked myself up and moved over to the counter. The toilet flushed itself as soon as I moved away. I used some. "Very compact, take a single triple A battery," Jo added, "It would fit between or under your breasts." Jo you could hide a bicycle pump between, ah." Hannah stopped mid sentence."She's jealous," Jo explained, "I'll look for a pump."Jo was back in a few moments, "Karen designed them, you see two tubes, but they just fitted in place of the bulbs with a right angle outlet and didn't really work, at least they couldn't be hidden under normal clothes," she said as she put a box on the bench, "There. It's never enough, not even making love is enough sometimes. You hold me softly, you kiss me tenderly, say that 'it's okay to cry, let the tears come.' You tell me you love me, call me by my first and my last name, like one day I will have your last name. Because sometimes getting married is what gets you there, that's our dirty secret.Truth is, it's always power with you; I give you what you need because it turns me on to grant you it. You talk dirty down the phone and you listen to me come on. . and because I want you to have full parental rights, in case there is ever a custody fight. As the adoptive mother, your rights are now equal to Jill’s, as his birth mother. What is his name going to be now? Is it still Jackson Thomas Cardigan? Sounds like a law firm to me,” I teased as I signed the adoption papers, trusting Karen more than Jill with the upbringing of my only son.“We’ll just call him Jack for short, at least for now. And we’ll love him to pieces, I swear it. Thank you for.