No one dared to mention the unlimited possibilities of permanent disfigurement. Consider the loss of the nose, an ear, the removal of an eyelid, the w...isking away of those soft nipples Fletcher found so tempting, or those colorful and sensitive aureoles, all things can be made possible where no rules apply. Thank God Sorrel had no idea what possible treats the diseased minds of her own nation might have ready for her. Give God thanks Fletcher had no clue either, for such knowledge would surely. She whimpered thru the pleasure and he leaned back and looked into her eyes, “You haven’t been touched like this before have you” then tickled his fingers inside her. She closed her eyes and shook her head no. Then opened her eyes and looked down in embarrassment.He pulled his fingers out and licked his fingers clean, “Your a special one then and in need of some special treatment”. He pulled her hand away and pulled her off the seat and sat down himself and undid. " Cara barely touched Maggie's left nipple with the tip of her index finger, causing a jolt of sexual electricity to run from Maggie's nipple to her clit to the base of her brain. Maggie visibly shuddered and almost orgasmed from the slight touch. "Are you alright?" asked Cara, genuinely concerned."Yes," Maggie managed between gasps. "It's just that I've been so turned on for the entire trip..." Maggie told Cara about Ellen and Jim, the man at the loo door, masturbating in the Clearwater. I’m going to lie down.” I nuzzle up to her nipple, unable to answer her now because my vocal cords have changed. My elongated face is much more adapt at reaching the nipple, and I quickly drain it. It felt like it held a gallon. Still, however, I’m not full, and I move to the other. I become pleasantly full of milk before she runs out, and we both lay down in the grass under a tree together. I awake to Lenail nudging me with a hoof. I get off the ground, heavily, and I feel a lot bigger..