I could almost hear the little wriggly tailed sperm cells bounce off my cervix.Mom was no dummy. She turned back to the kitchen saying something about... us tearing ourselves apart and getting cleaned up. She knew.Morning sickness and no menstrual periods over the next two or three months were a dead give away. She already had my summer planned out when I sheepishly announced my deilicate condition to her and dad late that spring.The last week of May, I took a Trailways Bus to Spokane to help take. "It's nothing." Maddie said. Yumi started to wonder what Maddie was hiding.Throughout the whole day, Yumi continued to hear about the weekend "party", but yet no one would tell her what it was about. She started to wonder why everyone was so secretive of it, and by lunch, wasn't very happy about not knowing. As they sat around the lunchroom, Yumi listened to people passing by, talking about how they were excited about the party, and decided that she finally had enough of it. "Will someone. Master was standing directly behind her, she could feel his crotch against her ass. Brenda stood upright, turned her head and looked at her Master's eyes, smiling broadly, she handed him the chips. "Are you ready for some fun, slave?" Realizing what he was doing she smiled and said, "Oh yes Master." As it was so loud around the table, Brenda didn’t think anyone could overhear but she didn't really care. Master continued to stand directly behind her, one hand on Brenda’s hip, the other on. No, if she still had been alive, the Christmas celebration would have been much more low-key in their long-gone New York apartment, or, more likely, up at her parents' house in Connecticut. Christmas with the Albrights had always been much more formal, much more low-key as well -- while the boys were allowed some seasonal excitement, there was a limit on it. Dave had tried to be circumspect about it, but he enjoyed the Albrights house about as much as she enjoyed Bradford. The Albrights.