She said "you probably can't notice my slighty swollen stomach in this dress." She had a long one piece black dress on that went down below her knee's.... The host girl said to her "well you don't look very pregnant." The doctor said "i'll show you" and she reached down and grabed the bottom of her dress and pulled it right up to her chest. And she had no knickers on underneath and she had a hairy pussy. She stood there rubbing her slightly swollen stomache. She said "look at my swollen stomache.". Slobber poured down from my mouth as I cried like a little baby. Doesn't she realize my total and complete dependency on her? Doesn't she realize that I can not wait one second longer for her to release me? I wait and I cry, for that is what she allowed me to do. I sit in the corner of my kennel and sob. I wait for another eternity as I listen to the water cleansing and refreshing my Mistress. The other side of that same sword boils my urgency to pee to the only thing my mind can comprehend. I. Me: Don’t act as if you don’t know, you make me sweat and….Poo: And what?Me: I go madPoo: Why do you go mad?Me: You make me go mad, I wish I could become that child for some timeShe laughed a lot and ran her hands on my hair, very naughty she looked and said, “who and what is stopping you from being that child”I couldn’t believe what I just heard and who was I to stop, I galloped on this opportunity, exposed her other breast and started sucking on her puffed nipples which were long, erected and. He was all of five feet tall, and almost that wide. His head was capped by a thick mane of snow white hair, and a generous white beard covered his multiple chins. He wore a set of spectacles with round lenses and, if you caught him in a good mood, he would even admit that he wore that style because it fit the image he was trying to portray ... the man looked like a short Santa.Doctor Andrew Wallace was sixty years old and had been practicing psychiatry for more than thirty of them. He began his.