" You just want me to put my arm around you," I said with a grin as I complied with her request.Delia giggled again. It was good to hear her laugh. I ...on't imagine there were many times she had laughed while she was a slave. She snuggled in beside me and then looked into my eyes and nodded."How is this supposed to prove anything to them? I understand that white men frequently took slave women whenever they wanted." They did, but they never hugged or kissed them." I suppose next you'll be. 'This is it,' I think.She opens up her mouth to take the head before lightly kissing the tip, looking back up at me smiling.“Suck on it,” I implore. Just then the second song fades out.She stands up and begins rubbing her vagina through her g-string. She closes her eyes and begins breathing heavily and sighing. She slowly slides her g-string off and I watch it hit the floor. Her pussy’s cleanly shaven like last time and she slowly sticks a finger inside herself, moving it slowly in and out. She. I then removed my mouth, and milk flowed out of her right nipple. I put a utensil under it. I did the same with her left boob, and milk soon came out from it. Every time it stops flowing, I have to suck that nipple and press the boob.In 40-45 minutes, all swelling was reduced. Her milk has filled that whole utensil, and I also drank a lot of milk directly. I asked her what to do with this milk. She asked me to store it in the fridge and said she would use it like normal cow milk.After putting. In a flash she was out the door and quickly returned with a small bag. I showed her where the bathroom was on my way to my room to change. When I came back, she was just coming out of the bathroom wearing a tight yellow bikini. Damn, I thought as I tried to discretely check her out. She had small boobs but a perfect little round ass. She caught me looking but just smiled as I turned beet red.I followed her back into the livingroom, watching her cute little ass the whole way. We announced that.