Then he could reach my right breast. "Talk to your child," Bob said. The Kitten had been a bit disturbed, but she went back to her regular pattern of ... few sucks and a pause. Bob's right hand moved over my legs."Ta maman t'aime," I said. "Ton papa t'aime, ... et ta maman aime ton papa..." When The Kitten paused, I spoke; when I spoke, Bob paused. He was licking and kissing my nipple very gently, not having yet drawn milk. I extended the love pairs to " ... et ton grand-pere t'aime, ... et ton. I noticed it first in Missy when her skin seemed suddenly so much softer and warmer."When was the last time you waxed Missy?" I asked, looking at and stroking the soft smooth skin above her cockclit."I, it, well, to be honest Mistress it must be four weeks at least," Missy replied, confusion showing on her face.I slid my fingers down to cup her orbs, the sack felt so smooth and hot, and also very tight. I squeezed her their gently and smiled when she winced with a high pitched squeak."You and. He has more plans in store for me. He directs me to put two pins on the tips of my nipples side by side with kisses to each one of the pins before they go on. Fresh fire burns through me as the last one goes on. I am panting and shaking. What I thought was wet before was so wrong, my juices coating my thighs and running down my ass creating a wet spot on the bed. Again I beg him to touch my clit. He tells me I am going to cum without touching it. I have my first moral crisis of the day. My back. I shiver and sigh in his arms, wishing it was his cock between the folds of my aching pussy. To feel his weight bearing down as he claims me, knowing the pleasure I bring him.Sounds of appreciation echo throughout the room. Withdrawing his touch, he ventures somewhere in the darkness. I wait with a sense of longing for my master. Even with the fire roaring, I feel the coldness of his absence. I try to focus on the sounds of the fire, willing its warmth to fill me until my master returns. A.