Mrs. Babcock was a little old white-haired lady in her seventies. It was a bit disconcerting; she reminded me of my grandmother. When I said that Lero...y suggested I come see her, she invited me in.The house was a small one with a living room off the hall. The television was on and Mrs. Babcock and a woman of about 25 had been watching a sitcom. Mrs. Babcock introduced her to me as Rita. I was introduced to her as Dave (the name I gave).Rita took my hand and lead me to a rear bedroom containing a. "Oh yeah, Philip, you're definitely the baby's father. You're the only man I've had sex with in at least the last year. You're this baby's daddy," Beverly said as she smiled warmly and put her hands on her stomach and seemed pleased with her new state of expectant motherhood.After this new revelation, Philip found himself feeling especially horny. He almost asked his secretary right then if she'd like to have another ride on his babymaking tool, but Beverly told him that she'd love to fuck him. ‘Announcing Sir William Dunlop and the Lady Anne of Durshire.’ Called out the servant from the top of the stairway, his list of names held out in front of him. Carlix couldn’t help but wonder how Kit was able to get her name, at least her assumed name, on the list in advance. He thought that maybe she had stolen the invitation of the young lady who originally owned her beautiful dress. He decided that wasn’t likely as if that woman had been invited there would be people here who would know. You’re… you’re just too big, sir.” Her eyes were on the floor, ashamed. “That’s right bitch, I’m too big for that perfect little knot of an asshole you have. And if I can’t fuck it, no one can. That guy that took you without my permission? I choked him on my cock til he passed out. You won’t see him again. I take care of my girls, you know that. Don’t ever let that shit happen again. Someone starts fucking around, find one of your emergency signals and I’ll take care of it. Someone wants to.