Want to, um...use it on me?"You smile a broad smile and for a moment I'm distracted by your beauty."Oh did you? And you assumed I'd be doing this to e...hance your pleasure? To get you off?"I don't know what to say...what do you mean? It's a sex toy...You expression is devious as you approach the bed: "That's not what a flogger is for, my dear."With your free hand, you yank my shirt up over my breasts, exposing my stiff nipples to the cool morning air. I feel another swoop of nervousness as you. It’s just harder to see that.”Her lips quirk up briefly. “It’s funny hearing that from you.”“How?” I ask.“You probably don’t remember, but my last day, you started out telling your adventures. I was so frightened because I couldn’t do any of that.“Then Nora made a comment. I doubt anyone else remembers, but it stuck with me. At first because of how crude it was: she talked about how you could clean her cunt whenever you liked.“Later, after I left—after you stood up for me—I kept coming back to. So I started to switch on her tits back and forth starting to suck lightly to aggressive. At times I looked up at her and her eyes were closed, mouth open and she was making expressions as if she was getting aroused. I was on top of her feeding for about 15 minutes after milk had stopped flowing out at a constant rate. I stopped and kind of stood up. I started to give out little burps which made me laugh on the inside. I layed next to her, she turned towards me. I really wanted to. I didn't want to get hard,I didn't want to loose my edge.I realized that I was quivering, shaking with need. I'd grown slightlynauseous."What's the matter?" I need a pill." As soon as I said it, I realized that there were nopockets in my leggings. I'd switched the pills over to my littleknapsack that I'd started carrying over my shoulder. She called it apocketbook. I rooted through, pushing aside my brush, my emery boards,my bottles of moisturizer and lip balm, and finally found the.