He immediately complied and removed his upper clothes. Here he was now sitting in the car with a slutty maid dress, clamps on his nipples, cage on his...cock and butt plug in ass. As he looked at Mistress, she threw a collar towards him. It was also pink and had words “BITCH” affixed on it. Instinctively he knew what he had to do. He immediately put it on. Mistress said “You are a whore, a bitch and will be treated like one. Now crawl out of car” As he crawled out of the car, Mistress attached a. It still seemed only half-real. I couldn't believe we were really supernatural sexual demons. Or gods and goddesses. Whatever we were. Beings with incredible powers, powers that were fueled by sexual energy we drained from our lovers in the throes of ecstasy. It was like some pathetic deranged person's warped fantasy.But it was a damned nice fantasy. If that made me pathetic, so be it.I tapped Dom on the shoulder and told him to make room. He huffed and looked like he was going to protest, but. Harriet wasn't stupid and she wasn't naive -- and she herself had conceived this baby in that same office with A.J. Chegwidden.Then, Harriet thought about all the eligible men she could think of that might be able to help her. When she first thought of Sturgis Turner, she immediately dismissed him as a possibility but then whenever Harriet would see Lt Cmdr. Turner walking around the JAG offices, she began to give him more consideration. Finally, Harriet decided that all she could do was ask. He did not understand what I have in my mind. He was just talking casually.By that time, my son finished drinking milk from my breasts and was in my lap playing by moving his hands and legs. I took the cup of black coffee from my husband's hand and hold it against my naked boob from which my son was drinking milk. Now my husband understood seeing the coffee cup against my naked boob and his eyes went wide in anticipating.I pressed my own boob softly with my other hand. Milk came out form my.