"Forgive me for the way this question sounds, but... I wouldn't picture Carl as being your type. What do you get out of the relationship?" He... takes... care of me." Why can't I get a straight answer out of either one of you?" I'm sure it sounds strange, but it's simply that our relationship is... complicated." Now she leaned forward and shifted closer. "But it's a very open one." That doesn't sound much like Carl." Sal seemed to be having trouble figuring out what to do with his hands, fidgeting. )"Heather, I'm afraid your test didn't help you at all."(Heather started to tear up, she knew she could lose her starting spot and the scholarship. This would ruin her chances to go pro.)"I got to figure something out. We only have a few tests left and I bet if I do well then my grade can be improved to a C or better."(Lenny knew there was only two exams left and they didn't count enough to help her grade improve. He lied though and gave her an option)"Heather I uhh...I can help you with this.. The rise and fall of her heaving breasts told me she was a time bomb ready to go off. A little jealousy is a wonderfully passionate emotion to exploit I said to myself. Her nipples poked hard against the lacy white bra that gently cradled her tits. Melissa's hands slid up my chest and pushed my jacket off of my shoulders and arms. She kicked off her heels as I kissed down her neck to her naked shoulder. My fingers slid under her bra strap, slipping it off her shoulder. Her right breast escaped. Her lack of enthusiasm meant that she was punished from time to time, but no more than most such slaves. Meanwhile, she had little time for looking after her offspring.Fortunately for the baby, there was a five year old orphan girl in the harem, Princess Marianne, who was going through a phase of being extremely interested in babies. She quickly annexed the new arrival and treated her as a doll to be dressed and undressed, fed, bathed, and generally mothered. As Marianne was the daughter of one.