I pulled my pants back up and saw her out the door on her way to work. Periodically during the day, I would sit down to read other stories and look a...t other pics. My cock would get so hard. I know I have a small dick, but even that was almost not enough to withstand the pain of being locked up with the small ring and pin for the chastity device. Things didn't get any better when she texted me pics of her getting fingered while at work. I almost couldn't take it. I survived the rest of. And… what do you say we try something more tomorrow?”Despite ejaculating so recently, I felt my dick respond to that. “N-new? Like…”Taylor shrugged in her usual playful way. “Who knows? Let’s make it tomorrow then, my place, after school.”“Well, I’ll need to see. I’m pretty sure it’ll be fine, but-”“Quinnnnn,” Taylor practically sang. “You’re talking too much again. It’ll be fine. And a lot of fun,” she finished with a wink.“Okay, but can you at least tell me what you were thinking of? Like, if. .. but I'm licking Bernie's goo off my lips and wondering if I couldn't have gotten out of the way instead of having that happen to me...Trini doesn't give me five seconds to recover before she goes, "Okay, cool! Let's see your action!" And I'm fucked, because I don't have anything for an eight-inch cock; earlier in the day we'd both been too anxious to fuck and I just never got around to sucking him!I tried to bluff my way through, but it's too big and I'm not prepared and I choke and gag.. I will talk with her before bedtime.In the mean time I swear I know I shouldn't react so strongly every time I get these Braxton Hicks contractions. They started toward the end of the second trimester. (God! I sound like my Ob/Gyn.) Anyway if these are practice contractions, I'm sure as hell all practiced up. Gel just smiles and reminds me I couldn't wait to get pregnant. Then, between fits of laughter, she tells me that God is just reminding me of the consequences of my desires. Time to pee.