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" Hawkins, you're pushing it. I want a party, Hawkins. And we'll only invite the best. I want everyone to know! And musicians, Hawkins." "But I don't know who the father is," Robin said no longer crying. Her sniffles were slowly stopping as she looked at me and then Hawkins. Both of us were obviously excited."Do we have any idea who the mother is?" I asked.'Any idea who the mother is?' Max nearly snorted the words.'Max!'"I... Lady Jasmine, I'm the mother," Robin said looking at me strangely."Thank George! One out of two isn't bad! Is it Hawkins?" No, Madam. Especially when the one is Miss Robin."Robin finally laughed - weakly. "You're really not mad?" I'm ecstatic, Robin. My only request is that you carry the child so I can see you swell and grow. That would bring me much pleasure and our guards will enjoy it immensely." I patted the couch beside me. When Robin sat I gave her a big kiss. She clung to me like a drowning victim. "I thought you would despise me, Lady Jasmine," she said. "But why would you even..." Mark was unable to finish the question, when Bridget broke in."Because I don't like to play games, Mark." The was that she pronounced his name brought another throb of blood in his already semi-erect cock. "I don't like to string guys along, for free meals like half the bitches in this dorm. You're cute, and I want to get to know you better."She paused, taking a huge bite of her slice of pizza before continuing. Mark took the opportunity to grab a slice for himself, inhaling the fresh odor of melted cheese."You gonna sit down?" Bridget gestured to the couch. "Sodas are in the fridge by the way." She punctuated the last statement by grabbing herself a blue can from the small refrigerator next to the couch and flopping down on the seat, conspicuously leaving half vacant.Mark shuffled a bit self-consciously, before fetching himself a drink and settling a bit awkwardly into the couch. Abruptly, Bridget swung her legs up, across the length of the couch, the back.
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