Douglas and Reena and Antoine

"I'm proud of you, you know," Reena said absently, as Douglas rubbed the cocoa butter on her swollen brown belly.

"Why is that?" Douglas asked.

"You resisted your destructive impulses. All that time caged up, I'm sure," Reena smirked lightly, rubbing her toes against Douglas's swollen balls. His small, withered cock was almost in permanent chastity now. "Antoine was the smart choice. I'm still merging the firm with Rocco's, however."

"You are?" Douglas asked, his brow raising.

"I am," Reena confirmed. "I want you raising my son full-time." Antoine came out of the shower, freshly dried and nude. Reena licked her lips. "Now if you'll excuse me, boy ... I want to make love to Antoine in private."

"Of course, Ma'am," Douglas said. Antoine's pole was already getting stiff. "May I ...?"

Reena chuckled throatily. Her pussy hair glistened, freshly oiled. She took a key off her anklet.

"Just one cum, and lock yourself back up."