I know. i was angry but not! i said lets call it a night and have some fun.in the lift Sue said i want some cock now, not here, yes. no wait. she said...i brought the toys with us, fucking hell Sue you can have the real thing, again she said no. we got to the room and she poured a rum out for me and she poured herself gin, she said she was going for a wee and when she gets back she wants some action, i was like i know she wants it if it was here but if its not in front of her she doesn't so i. Apparently, it is not masculine to say that a husband nurses his wife. There are other women here who also have milk, and none of those women have had babies – well, other than Diana. Arlene is, after all, Diana’s daughter and Susan’s granddaughter. Arlene said she would explain, but so far we have not had the time. I admit that I find it very sexually stimulating to think about having my husband nurse milk from my breasts.”“I ... I do not know what to say,” Aiko almost whispered. “Everything. My body starts to spasm and I brush my fangs on your neck. This almost causes you to pre-cum but you hold the main load. You do not know for how much longer as the fangs drive fire through your body. I brush my fangs over your neck again and your thrusting becomes wild and erotic. This is what you want; you want my fangs. I watch your neck; your pulse is so fast and it turns me on so much. My tongue can taste your sweet blood on it before the first drop is shed and my body craves for your. So please, let me have this. Okay?”Who could argue with that? In fact I had already made up my mind that I would not kill her if she followed the rules. What came down the road would be a conversation. But for now, I could grant her some freedom. So I let her fingers work around and inside my entrance, cleaning me past her first knuckle and halfway to her second. I made a point to lighten up and let her do what she willed. Then, because of the mood of the room, I returned the favor, saying that.