"My man likes breast milk, and I love for him to nurse me. I'm sure he would want to spank my butt if he knew that I was telling you that, but his nur...ing me, and other things, has brought us much closer to each other. I really think that we're more in love now than when we first married, so I'll apologize ahead of time for what you'll probably hear later. I can't seem to keep my mouth shut when we make love."Bridget tried to think of something to say, then went with, "I, uh ... it won't bother. “My name is Petra, I must respect Mistress Ruth, I must not speak without permission.”This continued until Pete had received all 18 strokes. The pain was excruciating and the cane had left Pete’s cheeks covered in red marks where it had landed. Mistress Ruth had been clinical in the way she had administerd the cane so that each stroke landed in a slightly different place.“Now get dressed, Petra. The rest of you girls had better do the same if you don’t want the same punishment.”Pete was no. “You know,” he slurred, “it’s you who should leave. How’m I ‘sposed to score a quick fuck with you ‘round?” He lurched back toward the entry. “You go home. I’m goin’ back in.” She swallowed the sting. “You don’t mean that, Adam. You’re just drunk. Let’s just go home,” she coaxed. She reached out and touched his arm as he passed her. He shoved at her, causing her to overbalance and she felt her center of gravity shift sideways, directly over the lip of the top stair and the yawning chasm below. Elsa didn't change the speed or the pressure, just squeezed my ass a little harder as she went on firmly fucking me with the toy. I rubbed my clit frantically, and the spirals of pleasure seemed, again, to take root deeper inside me than they ever had before; when I came, it felt like I was coming with my whole body, and it seemed to last forever, my ass grasping the toy hard, my legs shaking, my breath turning into shocked, wide-eyed yelps of pleasure.I was vaguely aware of Elsa pulling her.