"Course not! You silly goose. We're going to find a gorgeous, very rich, hunk apiece and raise lots of lovely kids. Now shut up and lick my clit. You ...know how I love it when you put your sweet little tongue down there!"WEDNESDAY MID MORNING"Home Office. Good Morning." Good Morning, may I speak to Miss Angela Smythe-Fortescue. please?" Just a minute" Angie, darling? Katie here. Bad news." Gosh, Katie, you've dragged me out of a very important meeting. This had better be worth it." I checked on. After applying makeup and spraying her body with a brown sugar-scented body spray, Alice began to dress. She first put on the tight black lace satin panties that, from the way they fit her, accented her ass in a way that Mistress always appreciated. Next, Alice had slid her smoothly shaven legs into black thigh-high fishnets - these stockings had an inch-width band of delicate black lace at the top and they felt exquisite whenever Alice wore them. After this, Alice had pulled on a black. “Ummm…a real boyfriend?” I said sort of jokingly. “You big fat cow! What do you need a boyfriend for when you have me?!” the little guy said rather irritated. With a snap of his tiny fingers he turned into this big blond Thor-sized muscle-bound man in tiny red Speedos. He was tan and tall and had a huge bulge in his trunks. “Wow!” I said looking at him. This lady came walking by with a small child on a leash and obviously a bun in the oven. Her belly. She had a fit if anyone else tried to use it. I looked in the door shelves and found the bottle. It was pretty full. I guess she had just gotten it recently. I opened the top. The dressing was white and creamy and only the about 1 inch down from the top. Then I got an idea. My mind was a buzz. Could I really do it? Would I really go through with it?I took the bottle with me back to my room. I opened my old toy box in my closet and removed an old Penthouse I had hidden inside. I made.