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SCOTT
Dawn joined us shortly and we headed for the hospital.
"Where's Julia, sir?" She asked.
"Tired, plus we'd have five people crammed in the car on the way back if she came."
"You wouldn't have any more juice left, would you Master Scott," Dawn asked, "or did you expend it all on your sister?"
"What do you think about that?"
"I don't really care one way or the other. I've seen a lot of shit and this barely moves the shit meter, sir."
"Haven't you had enough cock yet?" I asked.
"I've had more than I expected," Dawn admitted, "but I'm trying to think of the next time I might get some. Lucia doesn't have another doctor's appointment scheduled for a couple months, and I'm not sure Mistress will let me go again without more quid pro quo on your part, sir. With Julia delivering next month, it's unlikely you'll be back soon. I might not get any more until your bonding ceremony in May and maybe you'll want to spend all your time fucking your slaves for the special occasion."
"Maybe we should invite Dawn for a few extra days to make sure she's there for one of our Thursday night poker games. Sell all three of her holes after," Lisa said. "Maybe the Strongs and Jerry can give her enough cock to satisfy her, sir? We don't mind providing the quid pro quo, though we might need to bring Lucas with us if it's after Julia delivers. The extra care givers here will help us look after him. You and your father could plug two of her holes again. He seems to enjoy this mouthy slave and I'm sure she'd earn another good spanking. She's spent most of the last day with a red ass."
"Oh, tell me about the poker game, sir," Dawn said. "It sounds like fun."
I explained the rules of the Thursday night game to her.
"Fuck me, Master Scott, I'm juicing up," Dawn said. "Could you sell me for the entire night?"
We all laughed. Dawn was incorrigible.
"Everyone has to work the next day. You might not get fucked much more than usual," Master said.
"Why don't you have the game on a Friday night instead, sir?"
"We tried to reserve Friday's for family," I replied. "You know, date nights, to bond with our women."
"What do you do now on Fridays, Lisa?"
"Mostly fuck."
"So what would change if you move the game to Friday night? You'll still all be fucking."
We looked at one another. "Everyone else would have to agree," Master said.
"They're doing the same thing on Friday nights as we are, Master," Lisa said. "I doubt anyone would have a reason to object to moving the game to Friday nights. They'd get to bed earlier on Thursday nights. Even Rhonda has Friday night off. She doesn't have to work. She could be sold to a woman for the night."
"You move the game to Friday night, you can sell me to the winners for the night," Dawn said, "at least when I come to visit."
"I'll send out an exploratory text," Master said.
"Now I'm really dripping, sir. I need some sex fast."
"I'm driving," Master said. "Perhaps Lisa would be happy to play with you."
"When have I never wanted sex," Lisa said, unbuckling her seat belt and crawling into the back seat.
"Remember, Dawn. You still need to give me directions to the hospital."
"Sherman Oaks. Put it in the GPS. I'll direct you to visitors parking and the maternity ward when we get there."
Her head moved between Lisa's legs.
******
After putting the hospital in the GPS, I dictated a text to poker buddies. Thank God for hands free texting.
No rush on a response, but what does everyone think of moving the poker game to Friday nights instead of Thursday? It might make for more interesting slave sales when one is available to be sold. A couple slaves have suggested an auction for a night of servitude, including one you don't know.
It didn't take too long for most of them to answer. Some wanted more information. Rather than spell it out now. I told them we could discuss during next weeks Thursday game as I didn't expect any sudden changes.
The slaves slurping on each other in the back seat had me hard as I could easily hear their moaning as they climaxed. I supposed I could put a stop to it if I really wanted to, but it's pleasant listening to women cum.
"It's a mile to the hospital, Dawn. Give me some directions."
Dawn reluctantly gave up licking Lisa's cunt. She sat up and looked around, wiping her face off.
"Take the first left before the hospital. Go half a block and turn into the parking lot on the right. That puts us next to the maternity ward."
I followed her instructions and found myself in a parking lot about three rows from an entry door.
"Elevators on the left. Up to the third floor. Maternity Ward straight ahead. Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy."
"You've been here before, I take it?"
"You see a lot of bambinos running around the estate, don't you. Everybody comes to visit at least once each kid. Everybody else made it all the way to the hospital except Mistress. She delivered in the limo. The only two I missed. I wasn't here yet."
We all followed her instructions and Ingrid, Rhonda and Sam in the waiting room, Marcia was getting coffee for Ingrid and Sam, Brianna was in the delivery room with Zoe.
"Any word yet, Ingrid?" Dawn asked.
"Not yet. The labor is dragging on. It looks like an all nighter."
"Pretty quiet on the ride up?" I asked Rhonda.
"Nothing as bad as getting a mouthful of amniotic fluid," Rhonda said.
"What?" Dawn said. "What are you talking about?"
"Rhonda was licking Zoe when her water broke," I said.
Dawn put a hand over her mouth, a muffled 'No', coming from behind her hand. She stared for about five seconds, then started laughing.
"How did it taste?" she whispered, her hand still covering her mouth like she was afraid some would get in there.
"Pretty damn bad. At first I thought she was a squirter. I've run into a couple of women who squirt, but this didn't taste anything like cum. I thought I was going to die."
"Did Brianna give you a glass of old Scotch? She said she would," I said.
"She did, while the aides were putting Zoe on the gurney, she poured me half a glass. It helped, but I can still taste it in my mouth like a bad memory. Remind me to stay away from Domina's cunt when she's due. I don't want to taste it again."
Marcia had come back with the coffee and we were all laughing.
"Are you ready to go back, Rhonda?"
"I might as well."
"Anyone else?"
"I may as well come," Ingrid said. "I'm not needed anymore."
"Sam will stay because he's the father, and I'll stay because I'm like the great aunt," Marcia said. "I don't know how many are his, but even though I didn't bring them into the world, I sometimes feel like I was part of the reason they're here."
"That's because you let Sam be the estate stud," Dawn said. "If you don't let him, they don't have them. You probably have as much right as anyone else to the little rug rats."
"Will you ever have any kids, Dawn?" I asked her.
"Probably, sir, but not for ten years maybe. For now, I'm like Marcia, a sports model; all nice curves and powerful engine with no back seat for kids. By the time I want kids, I may need you to be the father. Sam will be getting too old to have kids. He'll be dying before they graduate high school."
"Jesus, how old do you think I am?" Sam said.
"Early forties, sir, but think. Ten years, early fifties. Eighteen years after that, you're seventy looking at funeral plots. Master Scott is what, early thirties. He'll only be looking at retirement when the kid graduates."
We all laughed again, even Sam. "Shit, you make me feel ancient," he said.
"All fossils are old, sir, no offense."
"Is she due another spanking yet? I think I'll take over from Dan if she is."
"I think that's our cue to boogie, Master Scott. My work here is done." She gave him a kiss. "Goodbye, old man." She whispered an aside to Marcia. "I just think he wants to fuck me with your permission." Marcia laughed.
We did leave. Because Ingrid was so tall, I let her ride in the front, while Rhonda, Lisa and Dawn rode in the back. There was general tom foolery going on in the back seat, but no one was lying down at least. Back at the estate, we said good night to Ingrid while the rest of us headed towards my room which was near my parents.
"Your bed will be pretty crowded, sir," Dawn said. "I think I'll see if your old man can get it up again. If not, maybe the missus will want to play."
"You're talking about my parents, you know."
She got a huge grin. "I know, isn't it grand, Master." She stripped off her dress and slipped into their bedroom.
We went into our own bedroom, taking off our clothes before going inside so we wouldn't be tripping around in the dark. The light was out. I took Rhonda's hand; she took Lisa's and we felt our way across the room, my hand feeling in front of me for the bed.
Julia was sleeping on the edge I found. I nudged her into the middle and climbed in behind her. Lisa and Rhonda got in on the other side. It was after midnight, so no playing occurred.
Julia woke up long enough to ask, "Any news?"
"Not yet. Maybe in the morning."
"Good night, Master."
"Good night, slave."