Summer had been wondering for some time why Philip hadn't summoned her earlier. She was more than willing to go to Philip, knowing fully what it was h...e wanted. Summer was now 3 months along in her pregnancy, and she was already beginning to show a little and knew she'd show a great deal more before the baby was born in another 6 months or so. Summer had worn a rather tight-fitting sweater that morning and a very short skirt. She didn't care if others could see that she was knocked up; she was. It was as unexpected as it was powerful. As she gave her friend Sara a few tips on golf she suddenly had such a surge of sexual feelings that her entire body seemed to shudder. It was also quite embarrassing for she was sure that it affected her voice and in the way that she may have pressed her breasts and stomach rather more firmly against her friend than the demonstration of the golf swing required.Sara was a little surprised that her friend was pressed against her but put it down to what. Three of the four tiny hooks parted easily, the last took a second attempt before leaving its partner… the elastic slipping from his grasp, the sudden slackness a relief to both parties the support now loose. Their body`s still close, his arms around her and the shoulder straps supporting the pink slings, the breast remained covered, he eased back and held the cups in place, suddenly realising at last he had his hands on these long dreamt of treasures, a woman`s breasts, and not just any woman,. It wasn't that she couldn't afford it. What troubled her was the consequence of entering into any agreement of this kind with a human. There really was only one solution."You could have demanded so much more," she said teasingly."Really, doll?" said Beatrice's prospective pimp. "It is a percentage. I expect complete honesty from you." And what should I call you?" Al. That's my name. Al." Nice name, Al. Is there any way I can negotiate with you? Can I cut a better deal? For myself, of course.".