” She turned to me, gestured towards her breast and said, “You know, she hasn’t drunk it all. Would you like some? Tony often finishes me off af...er she has been fed. I make more that she can drink. You know when you sit for us there is always a bottle of milk in the fridge for you to give her if she wakes. That is my milk, out of these breasts, I express it into a bottle and you know how to warm it. Surely you realise it’s my milk and not out of a carton.” “I never gave it a thought. She is. . treat her the way your father did. You can absolutely count on that." He had said it with such emphasis that I couldn't help but believe him. Besides, I really wanted it to be true. She deserved some happiness after what she had gone through. I guess I must have smiled my acknowledgement of his declaration because he put his hand on my arm and squeezed it and I knew what he was saying was true.I hadn't been paying much attention to where we were going, but we were moving up into the hills. I was feeling quite sexy and so ready to suck his cock.He opened the door and motioned me in. There were three burly men, grinning and leering at me. One spoke, the same voice I'd heard on the phone. "I didn't tell you I wasn't alone, I hope you don't mind", he said. My head was spinning as six hands were soon caressing my body. There was music playing from the radio, and they were all drinking beers. A cooler full of ice and beer was in the room and empties overfilled the trash can. I swayed. Bold red lips press against the lighter pink set, occasionally parting to show the flash of a wet tongue violating the other's lips before pressing back together.The raven haired beauty lay across much of Chestnuts breast, stomach, and hips. Crushed together their hands disappear into the curve of bodies. On either side of them legs are spread wide, and wrapped within other limbs. Hands stroke bodies, and probing fingers slide into glistening folds. Fingers slowly slide in and out view. A small.