"My lord, I am famished, exhausted from the hunt and in need ofrefreshment. Shall we not return to the town? I know a tavern on theway to the castle... with the comeliest wenches in all of Vanaheim!"Cord's comment brought Caspar back to the present and he grinnedslapping his friend on the back. "Aye, I think a pint or six might godown smoothly. Tell the huntsman to return to the Castle and deliverour game to the cook. Now that the King is in residence I am free tospend the night in a tavern!". Her tits blushed with pleasure, and she scrabbled at her nipples, trying to squeeze out a few more drops of heat. The neighbors could hear in every direction. She didn’t care. Most of them were screamers, too.More wisps of Robert’s sex-juice scent stained the inside of her head. Flickers of images rippled through her. Her tits, heavy with milk, dribbling all over the linoleum floor. Getting fucked in the exact same position, only with a huge belly, smiling during her afternoon lay. Cooing over. “There is no need to discuss it any further,” I said softer to her and hung up the phone.“Daddy, is everything ok?” I heard Shyan softly say behind me.“Yes, and no, Shyan,” I answered her.“What’s wrong?” she asked, “Mom didn’t find out about us, did she?“No Shyan,” I said running a finger down her cheek, “Your mother has decided that she doesn’t want any more children.”“Oh Daddy, I’m so sorry,” she said.“I can’t say I’m surprised; we aren’t getting any younger but I can say I am very. She glared at me, her unflattering face twisted by a smile.A shiver passed through me. “Yes, Miss Wilson?”“President Beigh wishes to speak with you?”“Why?” I asked.Donna's smile only grew. She handed me my phone and purse. “Follow.”I trembled as I followed behind Donna, her heels clicking as she walked. I wore more comfortable flats. I hugged myself tighter in my lab coat, wincing every time the glass test tubes clinked in my pocket. There was only one reason I had to see Veronica Beigh—I was.