Suddenly, you have me pushed against the wall, your strong hands on my waist, holding me in place. Your stare is ominous, your breathing ragged. For a...few seconds, time seems to stop as our gazes meet. Dark stormy eyes swallow me whole. My body trembles. I want to look away, to keep from drowning in your depth, but I force myself to overcome my uncertainty and meet you in the smoldering fire.Your pelvis pushes against mine and, through the denim of our jeans, I feel you growing. I lick my. She looked at Steven and saw the pain of his understanding. She let her lips curl up ever so slightly and felt the sweet, seductive rush move through her as his eyes portrayed the fresh, sharp pain of her imminent betrayal. ‘I am your slut, Daddy Louis. You are my Master.’ Her voice was soft and smoky and she sounded like she was born in an old jazz piano bar. She felt the heat of their eyes on her engorged nipples and it only made them grow even longer. The silver-haired old man looked. He missed those private sounds of a woman, cherished them. Now if only she were a little happier she might hum, or sing. That would be sweet. And – Gene smiled widely as he heard Michele sigh, then sit. He waited. Soon he was rewarded with that sweet little tinkle that was music to his ears. Call it a fetish, but to him it was the sound of trust and intimacy, and intimacies to be had. Damn! I’ve got to stop thinking like that. He moved away from the entrance way when he heard Michele flush, not. The words “free milk” were across my jugs in black ink, just as he had said.With a spank across each tit, he told me to get to the shower and clean up, then present myself on the lounge for his usual suckling session. I told him I had no milk left as the men had drained me, but he didn’t care. He told me I had better get producing if I didn’t want any punishment. I headed for the warm refuge of the shower, willing my jugs to once more be milk bags for his pleasure…….Seriously, I thought I would.