Charlotte
My Master was right. Michael makes a lot of sense. As we make our way along the hall to the basement door, I’m growing warm inside, and p***y is purring.
Michael accompanies Beth, helping her along. My Master and Richard march, side by side.
Descending the steps to the basement, I help the waddling Beth, Michael supporting her from the other side. In the passage below, Beth lays her hand on my arm. “Charlotte, I wanted to ask...”
... Her voice is low and she casts furtive glances toward Richard. “Because I’m... well... so huge...” She passes a hand over her vast belly... “I can barely move. Richard and I... we haven’t... um...”
... Richard stands by the door to my Master’s playroom, holding it wide for us, mouth twitching as his wife speaks...
“... I wanted to ask, could y
