After the party was well underway, and everyone had downed several glasses of the high-octane punch, Bill announced that there would be a milking demo...stration. He led Heather into the center of the room and had her get on her knees on the coffee table with her arms behind her back. He placed the milk bucket on the table in front of her and bent her over it with her large breasts hanging free. He then pulled the tape from Heather's very tumescent nipples and proceeded to pull one with each hand. I stroked it,feeling the springy hair on his arms. "Something the matter, Nesrine?"He often used my old North African slave name when we were byourselves. So Yann had picked up on my feelings. Once again I feltguilty that I had not told him my complete history. As far as he knew.I was just another female slave when he met me. I had told him that Ireally was the daughter of a Tunis merchant who had fallen on hardtimes and through a series of misfortunes I had been enslaved."No, it's just the. Marcus and Florence smiled and laughed atmy expression in a way that felt like they'd seen plenty of white boysbe left speechless by what went on at King Studios."Right, there'll be more time for chit-chat after the shoot, but we needto get started now!" boomed Marcus, signalling to his camera crew andassistants. "Where's Sean?" Over here, boss!" replied a black man dressed in black shorts and notmuch else. He swaggered up towards us and beamed at Florence and Julie."You ready to get fucked. But he treated me like a Princess and I loved him madly.So, despite the fact that I was a reasonably obedient child, I was still a hormonal teenage girl, with definite curves and fair of face. With only a father to restrict me, I did some acting out that he neither knew about nor had the maternal insight to intuit. He surely knew the minds of teenage boys, having lived through it, but all that had taught him was that teenage girls were not as loose as teenage boys wanted them to be. If only you.