Maurizio Ferrari
“Honey, you are sweating a lot. Do you need to go to the hospital or something?” Ana’s mother asks her. I quickly turned off the vibrator under the table and put it between my thighs on my chair.
Anastasia shot daggers at me, but I winked at her.
“Why would she need a hospital? Is she sick?” Tamika asks.
“She is pregnant, and I think something is wrong with her,”
“Mommy, I am okay. I think my body is just trying to adjust to the heat,” Anastasia responds.
“Do you feel any pains anywhere?” Her mother persists.
“No, mommy, I am fine,”
“Are you sure, Anastasia?” I asked, patting her face with the back of my hand. She looked at me with begging eyes. “I think you are good, baby,” I said and continued to eat my food.
“Who is up for dessert?” Tamika asks, getting up.
