There stood Siân. She was serious and she was worried, he could see that from her face. The infectious smile was missing, instead there was a frown.�...��Dai, bach, what’s wrong with your phones? Your landline just rings and rings, and your mobile goes to voice mail!”“Oh, fuck!” he exploded, then hoped to goodness the children had not heard. “I disconnect the landline overnight for fear of waking the children, and forgot to connect it this morning. My mobile’s in the bedroom. Sorry! But what–?”“Can. “I don't need your mouth slave and your pussy is useless to any man.” Matthew said as he used his right hand to pull the pregnant bitch to her feet by the hair. She screamed in protest but no one cared what was done to this breeding mar as long as her pregnancy was not compromised and Matthew was not that stupid. “Use your tongue bitch and make sure these slaves are wet and ready for their breeding's. That is all you are good for.” He said slapping her face again before sending her on the way.. Ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He used another to dry his hair and torso. Aly smiled at him, but her eyes seemed to roam over his body. She looked... hungry. Fortunately, he was too tired to react, and his dick remained mercifully limp.She spread a towel on the bed. "Here," she said. "You just lay here and relax."He settled on his stomach and crossed his arms beneath his chin. Then he closed his eyes and replayed his afternoon. The conference call. They are small, and perfect. They jut proudly from her chest, barely sagging and there, clearly in the centre, are her beautiful nipples. They are a pale shade of pink, small and firmly erect, and it is all he can do not to stand up and take them in his mouth.That would break the fiction, though, so it cannot be. The fiction is paramount, so it remains, and so too does he now.Her hands slide across her stomach as her body writhes sinuously. She used to dance, but did her dancing help her.