The conversations were genuinely intersting and fun. By the time we were saying goodbye we had known a lot about each other including her schedule, fa...ourite dishes, pastimes, her friends, job, workplace and a lot about her daughter. I even asked her as a joke "If she could set me up with her daughter". She said she had nice day because of me.This time she messaged me first and our usual routine of games and chat began. I asked her why does she not have a profile picture to which she "Because. " I stuttered, thoroughly disgusted but at the same time, insanely turned-on by the idea of being so thoroughly degraded by such a beautiful woman."I thought you would, you fucking loser!" She spat, slamming the toe of her stilettoed boot right between my testicles."If Princess is feeling particularly sadistic, she might make you stick your nose up their asses too and get you to bum-fuck their holes with your snout." Oh, fuck!" I gasped, as she launched a swift series of kicks to my knackers.. It was only later when I saw something that changed my life that I realized it was sweet, heavenly titty milk. When I was fifteen, I was asked to help tend the bar one night. Mama Izzy kept winking at me, and the men would pinch my bottom and try to slide their hands in my panties. I had just developed breasts of my own, and I secretly loved the touches, even though I blushed and pushed the old mans hands away, I was flushed and hot in my face with the heat of wanting more of those dirty. But my mom released from lip lock and looked into my eyes for a second to adjust her breathe.She said, “Your brother and sister will come anytime now. Go and change your dress. I will get you some snacks.”I looked deep into her eyes for a minute pulling her close to me, and said, “Okay! Let’s continue this tonight. I can’t wait to take you to the next room. By the way, what are you planning to wear for tonight?”“Why? I already wore this sari. Wasn’t that enough?”“Not enough, my darling mommy. I.