“Are you going to have the child, raise it? Or…” “I can’t. I’m not having this child. I’m just… I can’t.” Megan spat out, the convulsions of her crying returning to her. “Not having it at all? So you’re not even putting it up for adoption? So that means…” Megan buried her head into her knees and violently shook her head yes. I can’t imagine how much Mr. Miles would have approved of abortion, but personal morals aside, I could hardly blame Megan. I was scared as shit of this whole thing. Chills were running up my whole body, so much so that my blood was running japanese cold. I was one wrong word away from having one of my full-on panic attacks. It was difficult to even ask her the questions I was asking, and I’m sure I was visibly shaking as much as her. The small voice of Megan took me Brutal away from my inner hell. “What…” domination she began uneasily, then brought her head up. “What would you choose to do if this were your child?” That just about did it. In a hysterical fashion, I flashed a smile that constantly twitched as I breathed out slowly and painfully. “There’s…” I choked out. “There’s a good chance it is mine, isn’t it?” I couldn’t take it anymore. Like Megan, my head hit my knees and I was full-out crying. I didn’t want this. I wanted this whole thing to go away. I wanted nothing more at this moment than to just run away from Megan and never return. My whole body was uncomfortably shaking, so much so that every movement my body made almost took the wind out BDSM of me. It was my turn to be inconsolable, and based on Megan’s hesitantly placed hand on my back, I think she understood. Everything raced through my mind. My parents, my future, my deadbeat child I would most assuredly never raise properly, and Nicole’s gaze. I couldn’t escape its path. I knew she would be disappointed in me, Slave I just fucking knew it. Are these the dreams you have of other men?” I throw her a domination smirk. Do you want her Robert? Each throb of his cock sent japanese shiver through her as more seed jetted out. My clit throbbed, my piercing twisting and stimulating my bud from the inside. He sipped it and made a face. We have taken turn fucking and sucking strangers and each other for so long that there is literally no one else in the Brutal entire video booth area. I was proud of her. I don't care if everyone has gone back to their rooms by then!” Tabby darted Slave into the washroom. Kerillian was confined to sitting in the middle of their circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would drop dead right there from the intensity. This was crazy BDSM to me because there’s no way Nikki looks as good naked or was as good in bed as Rachel..