My core fetish, adult breastfeeding, has found devotion to her. If life were truly fair, I could , each night, in devotion, kneel in front of her ( no... as a slave, have never truly been a sub), but in devotion, in excited need, with my eves showing my sexual hunger for her swollen nipples, my pulse and breath racing to heart attack proportion, at the sight of Tina, standing over me, wearing a black french cut bra, her white cleavage making my vision swim, her slight, sweet smile showing how. "It's been so long." She looked at Paul again.Paul waited until she settled down. "Rosemary," Paul continued, more gently this time, "I am still Paul. Change my body back to the way it was, please." No!" her swift fierceness surprised him. Suddenly her cragged features became sharp and penetrating. "I've worked 25 years for this moment, and now it's begun. You are my daughter, Janice, and you're going to stay that way." No, I'm not! I'm Paul! It's still me inside!" Hah. Look at you. You are the. Between her hand stoking my shaft and her nasty thoughts, I had already given her hand a nice coating of my pre-cum jiz. She walked around in front me, smiled and then put those jiz-coated fingers into her mouth and slowly sucked all my pre-cum off of them. She worked her tongue in-between each finger and then snaked around each one. I watched as she savor every bit of pre cum my coated and drooled onto her fingers. Watching her do this only made my cock cry out with lustful agony to be in. Ever since Katherine had fucked Alan for the first time and made out with Kim, she'd started to look at Suzanne in a whole new way.Lately, Katherine had begun to figure that, because things had been so highly sexed since Alan began his "treatments," it was only natural that everyone in the house eventually would fuck everyone else, sooner or later. She was ready for more - much more, if possible. In the past few days, Suzanne and Katherine had eyed each other, and even sometimes French kissed.