The sales girl was busy writing down the instructions for the seamstress on hemming my wedding dress to make it shorter. I figured I had a few minutes...to give myself pleasure the way girls do with their fingers.I hurried into the dressing room and took off my dress and hung it on a hook. I was naked except for my panties and bra and high heels. The bulge under my dress was now fully exposed down in my sexy little lace see-through panty and the sight of it was turning me on immensely. I needed. .. if you think you are being split in to its an apt analogy. It will help when we fit you with your tail.” She said to him. “Please no more... please take it out.” He screamed at her making her laugh harder. “Oh I don't think so, see Butch he gets to breed my new slaves... especially the straight boys who sleep with my daughters without my permission.” She said to him. “Mrs. Bennett please.” He begged. “I have told you not to speak.” She said a few moments later he was effectively gagged by a. I had and have many Anglo-Indian mistresses, willing to share my bed whenever I needed them. Now, uninvited, four of them share my bed protecting me from myself.After the fever I found it difficult to swallow my normal food. The doctor suggested milk-based possets or thin gruel. Even the gruel was too much for me and made me vomit uncontrollably. Sumitra, my senior mistress and effectively my housekeeper, found something I could swallow and retain – breast milk. At any time at least one of the. Sarah squeezed her tits together and looked up at both John and I as Carol’s hands got faster and faster. We all knew now how this was going to end up.Watching Sarah’s smiling, excited face and naked body as she massaged and kneaded her own breasts soon had both John and I at the point of no return. Carol’s hands quickened as she felt both John and I near orgasm. My hips started rocking forward as I reached boiling point and couldn’t hold back. I shot jet after jet all over Sarah’s tits and.