She has a strange fascination with her breasts, and loves having me drink her breast milk from them almost every day now. Sometimes it’s a full meal...replacement, and it’s all I get for a breakfast or a lunch. She has this power over me that grows stronger every day. I can’t quite place it, but it’s like she uses her breasts to control more and more aspects of my life. Take this afternoon, for example. We went to a nice downtown coffee house for lunch. This, of course, was after an hour of. Slowly, he started to rub my chest, getting it all covered in lather.I just stood there gazing, wondering what the hell he had that was pulsing away below the towel. As it got bigger and stood further out in front, my heart started to beat faster in my chest. By this time his hand, that had the soap in it, was wrapped around my back, rubbing my ass, letting one of his fingers trace a hard line up the valley between my cheeks. His other hand was cupping my balls so soft and so gently, that I. ‘Is this what you want to see?’ She said as she revealed the top of her stockings. I reached for her and she let me pull her forward. I looked up at her face, as I reached under her dress and started pulling the skirt up higher. ‘That’s a good start, but what I’m thinking about is a bit higher still.’ I pulled the dress up to her waist, entranced with the way her smooth pale skin looked against the black lacy garter and the semi-sheer panties. I could barely see a small patch of hair thru the. "Oh god, breed me! Make it so I don't know which of you two big dicked a****ls gave me a baby!!"As soon as he had completed his cum, Will unceremoniously rolled my wife off to the side, and then announced he was going to bed. He wandered off to the bed as my wife slowly stirred, commenting that she was going to go to bed also. Joe held up his hand."Not so fast, my slut. We promised to train you, and we've done our jobs. However, we have something new to teach you and some remedial work. You're.