Despite the damper, the milk slave began to feel fear at the strange surroundings, but one of the others slowly raised its hand, and gently stroked th... slave's cheek, crooning in a low tone, apparently heedless of the harsh punishment it would receive for making such sounds.The two other slaves rose from the bed, which lay beneath another, higher sleeping surface, and guided the milk slave to another room, where one of them squatted on a seat with a large hole in it, and relieved itself into. . what a horrible expression.”“Sorry, Merlin taught me that.”“You’re spending too much time with Merlin, he’s nothing but a perverted old man.”“He’s not that old, he’s just ravaged by alcohol.” I began to really squeeze my cock as Guinevere bent over for me. She sighed as she spread her legs and leant over the sideboard. My eyesight is not what it once was, so I shuffled to the end of the bed while she reached around and parted her fleshy arse cheeks.“Don’t touch me, Arty. I’ve not been. She didn’t really reply nothing apart from “hmms” and okays”. But I managed to get to know what train she travels everyday and as you expected, I started travelling in it as much as possible. I have to re-adjust my timings a little for this, but I managed.We started talking every day. But we never talked about the one Bus journey that happened 2 months ago.I finally brought it up one day. In train.Me: Remember that day we travelled in bus? It was raining that day.Her: Yeah. It was nice.Me: I. It was bulging through my leotards. Fuck man, it was embarrassing! I know she saw it, maybe everyone saw it.Anyway, since that day we had this connection. It took 20 years before we acted on it; as if we were both too scared to sleep together, because we knew it would be big. Or maybe it’s my sterility; I know she wanted kids and all, but I guess that train’s left the station now. Anyway, she was with you for the last 10 years.She’s been turning up the heat since you two broke up. Just the way.