Ayme trembled, stifling a moan at the long wet tongue stroking her sex, laving her ass. She followed obediently, almost sure she could smell Mistress's heat; surely it wasn't possible to truly smell the pheromones other people put off but, somehow, she felt like she did. Her swollen belly and breasts distended, short arms and legs barely keeping it from the carpet, ayme moved slowly; the hanging seemed to ease some of the ache in her back.<br/><br/><br/>She settled quietly next to Mistress on a small cushion, secretly admiring Her body. Ayme had always been fond of Her form; each limb and each curve flawless as though made for sensuality. She sighed happily, then winced at a slight twinge in her stomach but breathed as she'd been instructed; in a moment it passed and she shifted again, daring to rest her head against Mistress's hip, turning her head with eyes closed to press a soft kiss on the silky skin, her brilliant green gaze moving between Them.<br/><br/><br/>Ayme waited eagerly for Master to approach, that gleam in his eye telling the girl tonight would be pleasurable; perhaps not for her, but for her owners. That's what mattered most, after all. They'd done so much for her, and helped her see part of herself she'd kept long hidden. Carrying the child for them was just one of the small ways she hoped that, someday, she'd be able to repay them their kindness.