His Plump Mate
We start moving, and this time they tie my hands over my head, and Rogue Number One is looking at me and runs his hands over my breasts that are now larger from the pregnancy.
“Don’t touch me!” I spat.
He chuckled, “Trying to be feisty? I wouldn’t try anything, bitch. Not unless you want me to make you lose your pup.”
He groped my breast again, and I struggled to move away from him. But rogue number two slapped him in the head. “We are to deliver her, unharmed, asshole. Stop tormenting her.”
“I’m only feeling her. It’s not a big deal,” Rogue One said.