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Chapter 76 – Governor's Lady
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Copyright 2004
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"You black bastards are all going to jail," screamed Amanda Morrison as soon as the hood was pulled off her head. The Amazons who had abducted her had roughly pushed her into the room then left.
"Hello Amanda, how are things at the Governor's Mansion?" asked Doctor Freedman seated on the leather couch that faced the wall size plasma screen. They were in the Home Entertainment Center of the Doctor's mansion located in one of Charleston's most upscale new developments.
"Sidney Freedman, you stupid nigger," said Amanda recognizing Doctor Freedman.
"Kidnapping is a Class A felony. My husband will have you locked up for the rest of your life. And I'll have Warden Winsted assign you to the same cellblock as the Aryan Nation. You better get used to having a white dick up your black ass."
"My oh my Amanda, such language from our state's first lady. How about a drink to calm you down? Brother Markham get the Governor's wife one of those pomegranate martinis that are so fashionable among rich white folks.
"Certainly, Doctor," said Brother Markham who was standing nearby. Brother Markham stepped smartly to the small wet bar located on the rear wall and began to mix the drink.
"I don't drink with niggers," said Amanda turning around to leave. She grabbed the door handle but it wouldn't open. She attacked the door with all her strength but it wouldn't budge.
"Door's locked, Amanda. Calm down. Sit over here by me, please," said Doctor Freedman patting the couch beside him.
"Sidney, let me go right this minute and we'll forget this ever happened," said Amanda giving up on the door. She was beginning to realize that her situation was serious.
"Sit down, Amanda, we have some things to discuss," said Doctor Freedman.
"I have nothing to discuss with you other than how long you and your boy there are going to jail," said Amanda remaining standing.
"You know some people would consider you a racist since you used the N-word several times and refer to Brother Markham as a boy. How old are you Brother Markham?"
"I'll be forty two next month, Doctor Freedman," said Brother Markham who then proceeded to shake the martini shaker.
"Hardly a boy unless you are trying to pointedly ignore the obvious masculinity of a black man as a means for denying him his proper status as a human being," said Doctor Freedman.
"Civil rights bullshit, my Mommie and Daddy had no use for your kind and they raised me to believe like them," said Amanda.
"I know you come from racist stock. Your grandfather, Sam Collins was Imperial Wizard of the South Carolina chapter of the Knights of the Klu Klux Klan and grandmother Rachel was Imperial Commander of the Kamelias. I got a picture of the two of them in their klan regalia in a book in my library."
"Good thing for you that Granddaddy Collins is dead. When he led the Klan, they'd lynch a Negro for touching a white woman or even looking at her the wrong way. Niggers knew their place in my granddaddy's time."
"Amanda, you are such a throwback for a college educated white woman. Haven't you ever hear of Brown versus Board of Education and the Civil Rights Movement?"
"Of course I know. Let's cut the bullshit. Why have you brought me here?"
"To watch a movie with me. I crave your company."
"I got the same thing to say to you that I said when you asked me out on a date twenty years ago. I don't associate with coons, even rich coons."
"Its high definition video with Doldy-2 surround sound."
"What is it, the life of Martin Luther Coon?"
"Ah! That's a funny one, Martin Luther Coon. Was that in your grand pappy's KKK Joke Book? If you don't sit down on your own, I'll have my boy Brother Markham set you down and he won't be nice about it. Will you Brother Markham?"
"Seems to me that we need to teach this white lady how to act around black folk?" said Brother Markham taking a small leather black jack out of his pocket then taking several steps toward Amanda.
"I'll sit," said Amanda eying Brother Markham's blackjack.
"Get comfortable, loose the jacket," said Doctor Freedman.
Amanda was dressed in a stylish Missoni workout suit. She had been on her way to meet her personal trainer when the Amazons intercepted her in the parking lot of her health club.
"Sidney, you're pathetic," said Amanda unzipping and removing her jacket then slipping it off. She was wearing a tank style workout top that exposed her midriff. In spite of her age, Amanda had employed strict dieting and a rigorous training regimen to maintain her figure. Amanda purposely forced her shoulder blades together and arched her back forcing her breasts to stand out. "Does that turn you on, black boy? Just like it did when I used to cheer courtside. I bet you went back to the dorm and played with your cock while you pretended I was there sucking it."
"Still a cock teaser after all these years. You're right though. I used to watch you cheer for the Gamecocks. There were times when I didn't want the coach to send me in the game so I could sit there and watch you jump up and down shaking those big titties. And after the game, I'd take some blonde white girl that reminded me of you back to my dorm room and fuck her brains out all the while pretending it was the Amanda Collins, the prettiest sexiest girl on campus. I'd fantasize it was you whining and moaning and telling me how terrific my cock felt in your pussy."
"SC didn't lack for low down sluts. Well, it's been nice reminiscing about our college days but I have things to do. If I'm not back in an hour, the Governor will notice my absence and every policeman in the state will be searching for me," lied Amanda.
"I happen to know that our Governor could care less whether you come home tonight or next week. That is unless he's feeling mean and has the urge to slap someone around," said Doctor Freedman.
"That's a lie. Wesley has never hit me," blurted out Amanda. The occasional beating was the price she paid for being the Governor's wife. Amanda would have been correct if she had said, "Wesley has never him me when he was sober." Her problem was that lately, Wesley had been drinking most of the time.
"We have a complete file of your many visits to the ER. That includes the one three months ago when you broke your nose running into a door. We even have a copy of Doctor Doris Bennett's original report that she believed you were a victim of spousal abuse. Poor old Wesley had to appoint her Chairman of the State Board of Health to shut her up the first female doctor and the youngest chairperson in state history. But we're not here to discuss that your husband, the Governor of our great state, regularly uses you for a punching bag. We're here to watch a movie," said Doctor Freedman pushing the remote's Power On button.
"Shit," was all Amanda could manage as the screen flickered on.
"Beautiful picture, with HDTV you can't see the little color dots even on a big screen. You recognize that place, Amanda?"
"No!" exclaimed Amanda in an angry voice. "I don't recognize that place."
"Two pomegranate martinis," said Brother Markham arriving with the drinks.
"Pomegranate is fresh squeezed and chilled. They tell me pomegranate juice is very healthy. Cleanses the blood of free radicals," said Doctor Freedman.
Amanda considered throwing her drink in Doctor Freedman's face then decided against it when she saw the black jack hanging out of Brother Markham's coat pocket.
"So what is this place?" asked Amanda in an exasperated tone before taking a sip of her drink.
"Surprised you don't recognize it. That's the Presidential Suite at the J. W. Dant Marriott in downtown Charlotte. You were there four weeks ago to the day."
"All right I remember now. Are we going to sit here for an hour and watch an empty hotel suite,' said Amanda trying to ignore the feeling of unease that was settling in her belly.
"It'll start in just a second. How's your drink?"
"Passable,' responded Amanda. Actually it was delicious but there was no way she was going to tell Sidney Freedman that.
"Lights, camera, action," said Doctor Freedman as the hotel room filled with well-dressed women.
"I'll kill you, Sidney, kill you dead, chop you into chum and feed you to the sharks," said Amanda recognizing the women. "But before you die, I'm going to cut your cock and balls off and stuff them down your throat. Everybody will say Sidney Freedman died sucking his own dick."
"For a genteelly raised Southern belle, you have a very colorful way of expressing yourself, Amanda. Introduce the cast of our little film, Brother Markham," said Doctor Freedman ignoring Amanda's threat.
Amanda looked to the back of the room where Brother Markham was seated at a computer workstation. The screen motion froze as a green circle appeared around the face of a young woman.
"Sarah Davis Carlson, the bride's older sister, the matron of honor," announced Brother Markham.
The screen resumed action for a second then froze again. Another green circle was drawn on the screen. It was a pretty young brunette whose smile revealed sparkling white teeth.
"Kathy Wells Parker, the brides best friend, her college roommate, a maid of honor."
Amanda watched in disbelief as Brother Markham used the screen and the video editing station to identify each of the participants in the batchelorette party that Amanda had hosted for her future daughter-in-law. It had been an affair that from Amanda's viewpoint had gone horribly wrong.
At the workstation, Brother Markham was reading from test that appeared at the bottom of the screen. The video had been edited and scripted by a team of professionals at one of the major studios. There had been six high definition digital cameras in the suite's main room. Each was equipped with zoom lens. A team of experts had controlled the robotic camera during the course of the evening.
"Sandra Rowland Pelham, another good friend of the bride, maid of honor."
"Michelle Morrison, sister of the groom, maid of honor."
"Traci Anne Morrison, also sister of the groom, maid of honor."
"Margaret Tate Davis, mother of the bride."
"Catherine Tate Davis, bride to be of Kevin Alexander Morrison."
"Amanda Collins Morrison, mother of the groom," said Brother Markham finishing his presentation.
"My God you filmed Cathy's batchelorette party," said Amanda looking stunned. She had to fight back the urge to throw up. Things had happened that night that would ruin not only her but also the one person in this world she cared about.
"Yes, we call it, 'Batchelorettes Gone Wild'. Next month we plan on advertising it for sale on Spike Television for $19.95. We'll include at absolutely no additional cost a short subject that I will show you when we are done with the main attraction."
Amanda watched as on screen, she opened two bottles of champagne and filled enough flutes for the eight women. Amanda made a long emotional toast to the bride then everyone drank.
"The good thing about Liquid Ecstasy is that it is tasteless and odorless but it can sure get a party going," said Doctor Freedman. Doctor Freedman smiled to himself as Michelle circulated among the women filling their champagne glasses. Senator Williams' Amazons had handled all the details including spiking the champagne with enough Liquid Ecstasy to leave each woman without the slightest inhibition. Still it was nice to see little Michelle doing her part to entrap her own mother.
On screen, the suite's door chime sounded. Amanda opened the door to admit a group of waiters carrying trays of lobster, crab, oysters, and other delicacies. The waiters quickly departed leaving only a young girl to tend the bar. Doctor Freedman recognized her as one of Rhonda's Amazons.
"Damn you to hell, Sidney. I need another drink," said Amanda.
"Brother Markham, Amanda requires another of your delicious pomegranate martinis."
"Coming right up, Doctor Freedman, " said Brother Markham.
Amanda recalled how next morning the eight women had sworn a solemn pact to never speak of what happened that night. While none of their memories were clear about everything that occurred, there was no doubt that their behavior had gotten out of hand to a degree that none would have thought possible.
On screen, the women were consuming plates of the food. The newly arrived bartenderess was delivering more cocktails and pouring wine. Doctor Freedman could tell from the careless way the women were eating and acting that the drugs were having an effect. Kisses were being freely exchanged between the bride and her roommate, Sarah.
The suite's door chime rang. Michelle and the bartenderess answered it. The room was immediately filled with a dozen exceptionally handsome identically dressed young men. Wearing tight fitting tuxedos they were all in their early twenties with well tanned muscular bodies. They had arrived in Charleston from Los Angeles that afternoon on one of Senator Williams' planes.
"Nobody ever admitted they invited the male strippers," said Amanda.
"I took care of it personally. I thought they'd liven up your party," said Doctor Freedman. That was a lie of course. Someone on Senator Williams's staff had carefully selected the twelve dancers. Personality, appearance, and cock size were the criteria. They also had to be able to dance.
The large speakers around the room sounded a pounding beat as the men began to dance for the women. The women shrieked and laughed as the men danced suggestively toward them thrusting their bulging crotches toward them. All of a sudden, as if on command, the men removed their tuxedos leaving them clad only in a black Speedo.
The bride's mother was the first to loose control. Fifty-five year old Margaret Davis, wife of a prominent heart surgeon rose to her unsteady feet. She yanked her cream-colored silk blouse out of the waistband of her Chanel skirt and started to unbutton her blouse as she danced with two young men less than half her age. As the other women shouted encouragement, Margaret removed her blouse twirled it over her head a few times then threw it across the room. Underneath was a beige sheer brassiere that plainly revealed her large dark nipples. She and her partners danced wildly in the center of the room.
"My God, look at Traci," whispered Amanda her eyes intent on the screen. Fourteen-year-old Traci, Amanda and Wesley's youngest child was kneeling in front of one of the dancers. Her hands had a firm hold on the waistband of his Speedo. She had just lowered the garment to allow the dancer's oversized cock to spring free. Traci's mouth had taken in his cock and was busily performing oral sex. The aggressive way she was licking and sucking his penis gave every indication that this was not Traci's first blowjob.
"A talented young lady like her mother," commented Doctor Freedman.
Mrs. Davis was being sandwiched between two dancers. She said something to the dancer behind her. He responded by unhooking her brassiere. Her large sagging breasts came free. Once again she twirled the garment around her head before it sailed off across the room. Loud hoots and shouts were heard from the other women.
Amanda watched herself for a moment. She was standing near Margaret. Two men were dancing around her. Amanda's mouth dropped open when she saw her onscreen self raise her skirt and step out of her thong. She kept her stylishly short skirt raised as she bent slightly over offering her naked rear to a dancer.
Margaret cupped her breasts and raised them offering them to the young men. Each began to suck a nipple as they removed her skirt and remaining underwear. The eight women were all in various states of undress. They were dancing wildly with the men who for the most part were already naked.
I don't remember it as that bad thought Amanda watching the screen. But then again, I don't remember much about what happened.
The screen focused on each of the eight in turn. Cathy Davis was on the couch straddling a dancer ridding up and down on his cock while another dancer was standing up on the couch his cock thrusting in an out of Cathy's mouth.
Cathy is so beautiful and attractive thought Amanda. I hope my Kevin realizes what a lucky man he is to have her.
The wall size screen kept changing back and forth between various split screen configurations.
"Do you think the bride and her mother fuck alike?" asked Doctor Freedman when the screen was half Cathy Davis being fucked missionary style and the other was Margaret Davis in the same position.
"Margaret Davis is a pig," was Amanda's only comment.
For the next half hour, the screen displayed all eight of the women having oral, vaginal, and even anal intercourse in any number of positions. Amanda had been horrified and shocked at the eagerness and experience displayed by her daughters.
The final part of that sequence involved a series of eight complex screen shots where each female was depicted in multiple frames. The first was one the bride's elder sister. In the center of the screen was an oval. It showed Sarah, her face covered in semen. She was using one finger to slowly push cum into her mouth. A look of obvious delight covered her visage as she enjoyed the semen. On the same screen, was a frame of Sarah bent double on her back with a large cock slamming into her pussy. Another frame showed Sarah kneeling between two dancers jerking one's cock while sucking the other. There was a frame of Sarah on her knees and elbows being fucked anally. Each time, the dancer withdrew his large cock; he spit into her still open asshole.
Amanda's breath quickened when her turn came. The center oval showed her being fucked in all three holes.
"What's it like having that much dick in you?" asked Doctor Freedman matter of factly.
"I don't remember," was Amanda's truthful reply.
"Good, we are coming to the girl on girl part," said Doctor Freedman noting that he would have to complement Michelle on her performance .The little slut stayed focused realized Doctor Freedman. Normally, she has the attention span of a gnat especially if there is cock around she can stuff in her pussy. But there she is, helping pass out water and booze to the others.
On screen the dancers were relaxing and enjoying the food. Margaret Davis and her two daughters were busily having oral sex with one another. Amanda's watched as on screen in another frame, she had buried her face in Traci's sex. Michelle was sucking her mother's pussy. The bartenderess had shed her uniform. She and the bride's two roommates had formed a daisy chain. Once again, split screen techniques highlighted various participants engaged in oral sex with one another.
"You know incest is one of society's remaining taboos. And there was certainly plenty of that, sister with sister, mother with daughters," commented Doctor Freedman.
The final scene was of the eight women scattered about the room passed out on the floor.
"One hell of a party, more like a Roman orgy. I suspect the citizenry of South Caroline will be properly outraged when they have opportunity to witness the perversions practiced by their state's leading lady," said Doctor Freedman.
"How much?"
"I don't understand your meaning, Amanda," said Doctor Freedman.
"Don't play games with me, Sidney. How much do you want for this fucking video?" screamed Amanda?
"If we are talking money, I don't need any of that. Can't you tell from looking around that this poor old nigger has joined the moneyed class?"
"What do you want then?"
"Stand up and take your clothes off, Amanda."
"No way, anything but that," said Amanda.
"Show our other video, Brother Markham. Amanda needs more information to make an informed decision."
The large screen once again flickered and the scene was a nicely furnished living room.
Amanda immediately recognized the place where the film was shot. It was Kevin and Cathy's condo.
The doorbell rang. Cathy dressed casually came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Moments later, Amanda stepped into the room. She was wearing a different shade of the same Missoni running suit.
The two women embraced and kissed. There was real passion in the way they held each other.
"I missed you. Are you sure Kevin won't be back tonight?' asked Amanda once she and Cathy had embraced.
"He just called. He's snowed in at Reagan. No planes until tomorrow noon if they're lucky."
"Good, we can relax," said Amanda.
"I'll open a bottle of Fume Blanc. I got your favorite," said Cathy taking Amanda's hand to lead her toward the kitchen.
The scene cut to the small kitchen. The women were drinking wine.
"To us," said Amanda raising her glass.
"To the woman I love," responded Cathy.
The two women embraced again. They stood holding each other and kissing.
"Did having a lesbian affair with your daughter-in-law not strike you as odd? What would Kevin think if he found out his mother and wife were munching each other's rugs?" said Doctor Freedman.
"It would destroy him. He's crazy about Cathy," said Amanda with more than a touch of resignation in her voice.
The screen changed to the bedroom. Both women were now naked lying side by side on the bed.
"Although we have over ten hours of the two of you together, we decided to compact it into five minutes. It's kind of like one of those time lapse nature films," said Doctor Freedman as the screen went into fast motion.
Amanda was numbed by the succession of images of her and Cathy. They ate each other then grappled together in a passionate sixty-nine finally screaming their climax. They shared a double-ended dildo. Later they played with toys in Cathy's oversized tub plunging dildos and vibrators into each other's vaginas and rectums as they performed orally. In one scene, Amanda is thrusting a large strap on cock into a moaning Cathy.
"You two are definitely hot together," said Doctor Freedman as the film ended. "The chemistry comes across the screen. That's rare"
I can't allow him to destroy Cathy's life decided Amanda. I love her too much for that.
"I'll do it. I have no choice," said Amanda standing up and pulling her tank top over her head. Amanda didn't hesitate as she grabbed the bottom of the sports bra.
"You still got a fine pair of boobies, Amanda," said Doctor Freedman as Amanda's breasts were exposed.
Amanda ignored the remark as she kicked off her cross trainers then pushed her pants down.
"Amanda Collins, down to her panty and socks, never thought I'd see this day," said Doctor Freedman.
"Please, this is hard for me," said Amanda.
"No harder than when I was at SC and I made the mistake of asking the prettiest girl on campus for a date. She laughed at me. Called me a coon. Told all her redneck friends how some uppity nigger asked her out."
"I'm sorry about that," said Amanda hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panty and pushing them down.
"I'm sure you are at the moment. Show me your pussy," said Doctor Freedman.
"What?"
"Spread your legs. Grab your pussy lips and pull them apart. I want to see your private parts," said Doctor Freedman.
"There," said Amanda complying with the Doctor's request.
"Nice and smooth, bet you get a wax job every week or two even though it hurts like hell."
"It does hurt but I do it anyway," said Amanda holding her sex apart.
"Finger your clit with one hand. Finger fuck your pussy with the other," said Doctor Freedman.
"Can't you just fuck me and get it over with? Why do you have to humiliate me?" said Amanda her eyes filling with tears.
"I'm not in a hurry. Your humiliation has to do with revenge that according to the sages is best when time has passed and circumstances have grown cold. You getting wet?"
"A little."
"Just keep at it until you're sloppy."
"Is that good enough?" asked Amanda minutes later. She was holding up two fingers covered in her own lubricants.
"Excellent, good to know you haven't dried up. Now turn around. I want to see your rear."
Amanda slowly turned around.
"Move a little closer then bend over and spread your cheeks. Show me the old brown eye."
Tears had started to stream down Amanda's face. A soft sob came out of her throat as she bent at the waist. She backed up slowly to the seated Sidney Freedman. She exhaled loudly when she felt his finger touch her sphincter. The finger moved to her pussy then back to her sphincter. Amanda gasped when she felt the moistened finger push slowly into her asshole. The finger began to slowly move back and forth.
"Let's finalize our arrangement while I finger fuck your asshole. Is that acceptable to you?"
"Yes," sobbed Amanda wishing she were dead. The shame and degradation associated with having a black man inserting his finger in her rectum was almost more than she could bear.
"Here is the complete program, Amanda, as authorized by my boss, a woman of impeccable integrity. You will on occasion visit me for the next three months. I will see that you are entertained sexually during each visit. At times, I will ask you to find out certain things about your husband's plans for the upcoming election. You will devote all your energy and skill in providing the information we seek. If at the end of three months, your dedication has pleased my superior, all video of you and the others will be returned or destroyed. You will be free."
"How do I know you won't give it to the media?"
"That's a fair question. You still have a nice tight ass, by the way. You are going to have to trust the word of Senator Candice Williams."
"My God, you did this for Senator Williams?"
"Yes, And for that matter, you don't have a choice but I have been told to assure you that the Senator always keeps her word."
"All right, in three months I get to destroy all the video," said Amanda.
"Good, we have an arrangement," said Doctor Freedman taking his finger out of Amanda's asshole.
"How do you want me to start?" asked Amanda turning around expecting to have sex with Doctor Freedman.
"Start what?"
"I'll suck your cock then you fuck me," said Amanda.
"Oh I'm sorry Amanda but I've moved beyond sex with middle aged women even if they are white. I prefer the younger stuff, your daughter's age. But Brother Markham has arranged something special for you this afternoon. I'm sure you'll find it quite exotic."
"We're not going to have sex," said a disbelieving Amanda.
"Maybe ten years ago, I would have been interested but not today. You just run along with Brother Markham and he's see that you get what's coming to you."
"Please Sidney, what are you going to do to me? I said I'd do what you wanted," said Amanda breaking into tears.
"Tell Amanda what's waiting for her downstairs, Brother Markham," said Doctor Freedman.
"Twenty four foreign students currently attending the University of South Carolina under the sponsorship of the Doctor Freedman's foundation have agreed to participate in your gang bang. These young men are for the most part from Equatorial Guinea, Cameroon, Congo, and Rwanda," said Brother Markham.
"I think you will find them to be excellent specimens of the Negro race. Unlike black folks you find in this country, these are almost one hundred percent pure Negro," added Doctor Freedman.
"I can't have sex with twenty four men. That's impossible," said a terrified Amanda.
"You underestimate yourself. Besides your daughter, Michelle, will be helping you out. She'll be acting as your fluffer," said Doctor Freedman.
"Michelle is here?"
"Yes, she's been part of my team for quite a while. Very smart young lady, we think the world of her. Now just go with Brother Markham and he'll introduce you to the gang."
Totally defeated, Amanda followed Brother Markham out of the room. Doctor Freedman noticed that she made no attempt to dress or even take her clothes.
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"You told them not to hurt her," asked Doctor Freedman when Brother Markham returned.
"Yes, Doctor Freedman, their instructions are to fuck her in every hole but not to harm her in any way."
"Good."
"May I say you seem to have a soft spot for Mrs. Morrison."
"True, she was somebody special to me at one time. Bring up downstairs on the big screen. I want to watch."
Brother Markham walked quickly to the workstation. Using the mouse and keyboard, he filled the large screen with a view of Amanda sitting straddle of a very black young man. Her vagina was filled with his cock. A second young man was crouched over her driving his cock up her ass. Her loud grunts were muffled by the presence of a third cock in her mouth.
"Nice contrast?" said Doctor Freedman.
"Pardon, Doctor?"
"Her white skin makes a nice contrast with the boys fucking her. She's so fair and they're black as coal. Where's Traci?"
"In the recreation room, playing games on the X-box."
"Ask her to come in."
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"Are you going to fuck me now?" asked Traci entering the room. She pulled her white tee shirt over her head as she walked toward the Doctor. By the time she reached him she had removed her bra. She tossed the garments on the end of the couch as she gave her nipples a pinch.
"I sure am, sweetheart," said Doctor Freedman leaning forward to hug Traci then kissing each of her small breasts.
"Is that Momma and Michelle?" asked Traci looking at the screen as she lifted her school uniform skirt and pushed her panty down.
"Yes, your Momma are downstairs entertaining some exchange students from Africa," said Doctor Freedman.
"That looks like fun. I want to do that too."
"You will some day soon. But first I thought you wanted to have my baby," said Doctor Freedman unbuckling his pants and sliding them down to his knees.
"Oh yes, let's make a baby," said Traci climbing up on the Doctor's lap. She took hold of his cock and guided it into her fourteen-year-old pussy.
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