Clean up, sober up, then leave!

"I'd better be going I think...."

"Like that? Cum covered and drunk? And just what will Daddy say to that?" Freddy asked, taking a drink himself. Faye frowned. He was right. She pulled her white lowcut top back down over her pale breasts, shimmying her skirt back up, and sat on the bed.

"So what'll..what'll I do then till I sober up?" she asked, leaning back and accepting the bottle again. Freddy looked at the gorgeous redhead and thought for a second.

“Well maybe you are not pregnant yet!"

"Right" Faye said, smilling and some hope returned to her eyes.

"There is still hope Faye. I think I know what we should do…” Freddy said and gave her another sip out of the vodka bottle.

Freddy kissed Faye on her pale boob and started to grab her wide hips.

"Now this is my plan: you get on your back...

"Hm ok?" Faye said sceptically, taking another sip.

"and then you spread your legs...and look into my eyes like this, yes... good girl just relax! … Good old Freddy knows how to fix the problem of you not beeing pregnant yet!”