Now that something was finally happening, Rebecca felt quite a bit calmer. The old stereotypes of the nervous father from the 50's still applied to a ...nervous slave owner when her beloved slave was about to give birth. It didn't help when the slave owner was carrying twins herself, and had a pregnant wife as well."The expectant mother in question is right this way," she told her guests, "along with my wife and the father of two of the babies."Rebecca led the medical team into the new bedroom. We needed to see what damage the explosion had caused, and to try to catch any of those who had caused this, if they were still around. Secondly, we could help any of her neighbors who were in trouble. I took her hand in mine, and we walked out of the house and across her lawn to the part of the shell nearest the street. The street, curbing, and a bit of sidewalk at that point had disappeared and been replaced by a large deep hole where the bomb and its carrier had exploded.I quickly realized. Tearing away the now useless cotton, he lowers his head further still. As he passes my sex his tongue lashes out and licks my sensitive nub. My hips respond automatically, tilting up to meet his lips. He doesn't give me the satisfaction though, moving further down instead, that long tongue tracing the contours of my inner thigh. He continues his blazing trail, past my knees and down my left calf before he stops at my battered ankles.During my wrestle with those chains earlier, it was my ankles. Good thing I’ve practiced sucking my dildo’s, because this would not be easy. Chapter 3Feeling RandyHis cock was almost intimidating to say the least. So ‘here we go’ I thought to myself. I started going down on him. I like to mess around and tease, when I’m giving head and make my top anxious for more. So I go down fast about an inch or two and come back up fast, all the way off the dick. With pretty much zero suction. I’ll pause for just a split second between each time I go down. I keep it.