Of course, I quickly realized that there was an alternative. I tapped into my power yet again, then nearly orgasmed from the sensations in my nipples ...s I started firing two high-pressure blasts of milk from them. I aimed my boobs at the fire, then started to hose it down. I remained where I was, blasting the fire with huge amounts of breast milk, each of my nipples acting like a fire hose. The supply never even ran out, or showed any sign of doing so, which wasn't surprising considering the. I stepped close to her and grabbed her by thehair, jerking her head back, loving the way I towered over her on her knees,slapping the beautiful white face with my free hand, the feel and sound ofthe blow a pleasure shooting through my body as I snarled at her. "I've hadenough of you, bitch. You didn't learn your lesson yesterday, cunt." Islapped her again, the small cry torn from her music to my ears, "_I'm_ theboss, bitch." I slapped her. "Me." I slapped her, making her whimper andtry to. The sun was blaring and I was sweating; maybe I was a little anxious. Would he greet me, seduce me, make me cum again? Or would I just cut the grass and leave? I didn't know, and that was half the fun. I got to his door, and unlike last week, the front door was open but there was a screen door. I could see inside, kinda. I said "hello" and heard a reply that sounded like come in, so I did. I looked good, felt good, and walked down the hallway toward where it all happened. "Hi." There he was. He. Well, there is no reason on my part to hold back. I start to run my fingernails from the outside of your shoulders up to your neck. This isn’t a light brush, but a light scrape. I need to see how you easily I can mark you. There’s no pain, but you definitely feel a light scratching as I run them along. Then I start to run them down your back. Up and down, slowly but surely. While doing that, I start to run my tongue against the center of your neck. Just a light lick, with occasional.