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Sweaty, red-faced and smiling broadly, Michael lifts himself away from me, lying on his back to stare up at the ceiling. His erection is subsiding, but I’m giving long odds that it won’t be for long. Who knew that the promise of paternity would be such an aphrodisiac? His eyes slide sidelong. “Okay, Babe?” “Absolutely.” In fact, I’m rather tired. The first time I decided to get pregnant, by my Master, it all happened rather naturally, over a few weeks, albeit with Michael’s hearty co-operation. This time, Michael has taken his role as father-to-be to heart. Non-stop action is the theme of the moment. Non-stop actionHe rolls back, lying side-on to me, pillowing his head on my breast. He slides a hand down my body, to rest over my belly. “What d’you think? Anything going on inside there