Slow lovemaking is out the window. My lips press hard against hers as my tongue seeks gratification within her mouth. She moans and gasps, but returns... my kisses with the same urgency and need.“Give me your tongue,” I bark, after breaking our kiss.“She sticks her tongue out and I suck it hard into my mouth, dominating her.”She loudly moans and lifts her leg to press her sex against mine.“Turn around!”I spin her around and bend her forward. She places her hands on the window pane and we are both. Even though I had curves of my own, they didn’t compare to hers. Maybe Uncle Steve sensed this, because he came over to talk to me often. Or he would give a little reassuring wink or a smile, from across the pool.It was time to get in the pool. I went inside and changed into my bikini. I came to the door and paused in the lighted doorway to survey the scene. Brad noticed and looked at me like a hungry hound dog. I guess my intentions were obvious, so he stood, peeled his shirt off, and dove. .. compared to the newer-age facilities. We discussed things like home and water births and Dr Lang was dead-set against them.”I know Brigitte Lang, Mom replied. She is an excellent doctor, but very old-school. Well, keep me posted.“I sure will.”Good luck. Tell Andie she’s in my thoughts.I cancelled the call and slipped my phone into my pocket. Andrea joined me and sat on the delivery table. “I wish Dr Lang had agreed to let us use one of the newer birthing rooms,” she said. “This looks so .... What is it?" His nuzzled my face and my question seemed hardly to matter anymore. I asked anyway, "am I being punished, Sir?" "Did I tell you you were being punished, slut?" "No, Sir." "Have you kept something from me that you need to be punished for?" "No, Sir." I looked into his eyes, alarmed. I used to pull that kind of deception when we first met, but no more. "But..." "But what, slave?" "But the only times before when you used the brush and cat so harshly on me were when you punished me,.