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 you… er… look after Richa
