Tatiana's gaze was focused upon Ayme for a moment, watching the pregnant woman crawling. She looked like a bitch filled with pups, her belly and breasts hanging low, swollen and ready to go. There was a slow swipe of her tongue over her lower lip when she saw the collar in Derrick's hands. She knew what the sight of it was going to do to Prince, which she could clearly see, and what it would do to Ayme. Both of the pets knew what that was a sign of, since Derrick had grabbed the thickest, strongest, of the numerous collars they had.<br/><br/>With her gaze focusing on on Ayme as the girl settled down next to her, she saw the twinge of pain that flicked across her face. Her fingers reached out, smoothing down along Ayme's belly even as the girl leaned in to press a kiss against Tatiana's flesh. "Are you contracting, pet?" She rarely used the term slave anymore, since Ayme was far from their 'slave' as she'd once been, her flesh no longer showing the red welts and bruises that had become so common. She would stave off the attempts of her husband to push the pet's mouth to her pussy until after Ayme had responded, and only then would she lean back and spread her thighs.<br/><br/>Tatiana rocked her hips upwards, helping to guide the pet's tongue inside her, until she was groaning softly. Of course, Ayme knew exactly what she'd want. The girl had pleased her for over a year, and was very skilled with her tongue. Hips writhed up into that slick tongue, even as her fingers slid down to curl in Ayme's hair alongside her husbands until their fingers were entwined and helping him guide the pet's mouth. "Thought about me at work, mmm? Wish that I would come bring you lunch sometime and then slip beneath the desk, maybe? While you're giving some phone calls, trying to keep your voice neutral, while my mouth tempts and toys with you, perhaps? I bet the day will pass quickly then."<br/><br/>She kissed Derrick when he leaned up away from her, her gaze focused on the pet carefully, making sure she saw nothing that indicated labor, before she shifted her body, thighs still spread slightly. She watched as he guided Ayme's hand to the dog's cock, watching as Prince thumped his tail rapidly against the ground and his cock swelled. Her eyes half-closed, slightly dazed with lust, at the scene before her. It was moments like this she imagined their pet filled with genuine puppies, a true breeder, but she shook her head slightly at the thought. For now, Ayme carried THEIR baby. That was the most important of tasks for their little pet, though she wasn't so little now as swollen with child as she was.