JULIA

By 6:01, Lisa and I were in bed having sex, and we didn't stop until receiving a text from Master. We looked at the photo he sent, Zoe, a well fucked look on her face, her boobs covered, barely, by the covers. You could see the swell of her belly under the sheets.

"At least he chose the pregnant one," Lisa said.

"You mean the ex-girlfriend he used to love one, that one?"

"Well, there is that, but what's worse? The skinny, sexy fresh slave he's never fucked before or the getting fatter because she's carrying another man's kid slave, most certainly a lesbian one?"

I laughed. "I haven't...