Isn't that correct, Jaime?"He nodded in agreement. "Yes Ma'am," he stammered respectfully."But I'm sure you have been taught to obey by your Aunt Hel...en," I toldhim."Yes Ma'am," he agreed once more. "Aunt Helen insisted I serve her andher two daughters when they visited," he explained."And did you like being controlled and allowed to serve the women in yourhouse, Jaime?" Um, well yes, but it was always so humiliating, and I was forever afraidsomeone would see how they made me dress," he. One night while I was making love to my wife of ten years, Layla’s beautiful body entered my mind, and my wife’s face transformed in Layla’s, her beautiful blue eyes looking up at me begging to be fucked. So I did, I fucked my wife as If she was Layla – hard with passion and drive. I moved her from position to position, taking her from every angle, burying myself within her, and within the fantasy. As I a felt the wave of organism rise up before me I pulled out grabbing her hair and positioning. My cock twitched instantly in my jeans as I realized she was pregnant. I hoped the expression on my face didn’t give away the fact that I find pregnant women sexy as hell! She winked at me and turned away. I had to stand there and pull myself together. She was fucking hot! I grabbed a couple pairs of jeans and headed over to the dressing room. As I approached, I saw her standing outside the dressing room waiting. As I got closer she turned and saw me, then giggled. I just smiled at her and. “Did you forget your headscarf?” she asked, falling in beside me. “Your mom will freak when we have math.”“It’s fine,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I just ... everyone should know.”“Know what?” she asked.“That I’m a slut,” I said, my pussy clenching so hard, my body so hot. “Mother helped me understand it.”“You’re a slut?” Kimmy Meyers asked, falling in beside me. Her blonde hair fell about her slender face. She was a petite girl, so skinny. As she spoke, braces flashed on her teeth. “What.