”“I agree, Coop. You can count on me. I’m not really an outdoorsman, but I’ll help you, your dad, and Carol anyway I can. We were about to lea...e and go over to your granddad’s place when you drove up. If you want to, we can all go over to Doolin’s and have a look around too. I haven’t been there since the incident, but your dad has.”“Let’s do that. I want to see the evidence over there too. Did they ever get anything back from the state lab on the two carcasses from your barn, Dad?”“They told. The sensation didn't help Nina's arousal, and she nearly moaned at how good the crop was making her feel."Slaves also don't normally have names. They exist to be used by Mistresses, so they are simply called 'slave' or 'slut'. Some Mistresses even prefer to call them worse things, so you will hear some slaves called 'cunt' or 'pussy' or even 'hole'." She gave Nina a swat cross her rear with the shaft of the crop, and grinned. "I actually like this one, so I stick to calling her 'slave' or. Shit! I thought now what would I do? My tits were ready to burst and Brice would be home soon. My children did not know I nursed their Dad and I had no intentions of them finding out.I was going to get dress again to go out and by a new pump, when my nipples starting sipping out milk. I sat down on my bed, and squeezed them a bit so I could get some milk out so I wouldn’t wet my shirt. As always, I felt the tingle in my pussy as milk came out of my nipples. I closed my eyes and kept on. I texted back that I needed to get some sleep so I could go to work later. He told me I had been a “good girl” today and to keep it up. Chapter TwoI couldn’t sleep much. I was restless and kept thinking about what he said about Matt. My body is all a flutter. I toss and turn but finally drift off to sleep. But in my dreams, I get no relief. I dream about a faceless man, who I assume is my tormentor. In my dream, he is in my room watching me as I sleep. He pulls the covers back to find me naked..