Daddy's Kitten
"Let me guess, lover boy on the line? Your face is redder than a tomato. What'd he say to get you all hot and bothered this time?"
Katherine laughed shakily, swatting her arm as they headed out. "Nothing! Just... teasing, as usual. Come on, let's shop before I combust."
The mall buzzed with evening shoppers. Katherine led Stacy straight to the lingerie section of her favorite boutique, the racks lined with silken temptations in every shade, lace teddies, sheer babydolls and delicate bras that promised to cradle her evolving figure. Her old sets no longer sufficed, the cups overflowed, the straps dug in, a constant reminder of the milk-heavy swell that Vincent would soon worship.