I slowly roll back up with the sugar dispenser in hand, then I turn to go get a broom and dust pan to sweep up the sugar on the floor. As I pass him, ...I notice that Dr. Thickman was looking me up and down with a sultry smirk on his perfect face. In the broom closet, I begin to adjust my bra and shirt to try to fake a bit of cleavage for when I go back out. What. The actual. Fuck. Charlotte, he’s a professor! He’s so out of my league. Why am I trying to seduce him? I pick up the broom and dustpan. 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 that had been added to her and Dawn's suite. It was soundproofed, and included. I also talked about my intent to maybe go see a gendertherapist and see how that goes. She held my hand and said that shewould go with me and be there every step of the way if I wanted. It wasone of the best nights of my life, and I cherish the memory even now. Iwas very sad when she had to leave the next morning, but we promised toincrease the frequency of our dates. I practically melted from hergoodbye kiss.Work continued apace. I was able to automate more and more of my job,which expanded to. Did you like meplaying with your baby teenage foreskin?" To emphasise the point, she peeled itbackwards and forwards again reactivating the tail end and electricity ofKevin's ejaculatory spasm. A trickle of Kevin's semen once again oozed out, as thestimulation after the ejaculation electrified Kevin's senses both negitivelyand positively at the same time. Finally Kevin's erection seemed to subside andKevin's penis started to go flabby with it's teenage wrinkled foreskin halfcovering the purple.