Chapter 259

JULIA

I was surprised Lucia knew so much about self-defense and firearms. Marcia, I understood. She was a police officer. It was part of her job, but Lucia wasn't and she was so petite, around five foot, two inches and a buck five, soaking wet. She looked so tiny, yet when she talked about protecting ourselves, so fierce. She played cards like she looked handling firearms, hard and professional. When Master sent me with her to bed, I expected her to be the fiery demon she was proving to be in all other ways. Instead, she was a thoughtful and tender lover. She made me scream in unexpected ways. I made her scream in the same ways. At the end of our hour, both of our faces were covered in each other's cum. We were panting hard.

"I have a question if I may?" I asked.

"Ask, amante."

"First, what's amante."

"Lover."

"That fits. The second question has to do with becoming pregnant. If the doctor