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You wanna come?”I knew there were no set plans for the day, so I said sure. She then showed me a small black device on the counter that was currently charging.“Alexis also showed me these. They’re GPS trackers that will always point right here. The trails are pretty well marked, at least she claims, but better safe than sorry.”I agreed. We enjoyed our morning beverages for a bit and chatted a little about her upcoming college career. She had a full volleyball scholarship to CSU and was excited. A month after I got my pregnancy results Jerome noticed I was gaining weight."What's this?" poking my belly after fucking me."With all the exercise from the boys and your hours of fucking me, I started eating more to keep up," I lied.Another month went by I really started to bulge. In the middle of one of the marathon fuck sessions Jerome looked worried. his cock was beginning to swell.He poked my belly, "Your gaining a lot of weight, I don't think it's food," His cock exploded, his seed. I'm about to take a dump in your mouths!" Stop!" I cried. "Just ... stop. I can't stand to watch this."He sighed, and retied his robe. "Very well; but you need to work on expanding your horizons."He retook his seat by the fire. "The main reason I wanted to talk to you is about your job with us. Technically, since it is past midnight, you are no longer an employee of Paxton Industries."I nodded. Surprisingly, a feeling of loss and regret hit me."Would you like to stay employed with us, this time. The name of the bartender, my bartender at the Red Barn, was fittingly—Red. And, yes, he did have red hair.I'd gotten out of the house for two reasons. One, the more I thought about her online boyfriend, for that's how I was seeing him, the more desperate I got: one, I was mortally afraid of losing her, and two, I wanted her to have a chance to contact him while the iron was still hot, to borrow a phrase. I guess I was looking a little down. Red dropped his ever present towel on the bar in.
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