“How are my two favorite girls?” I asked, quietly entering our hotel room.“We are fine. Come and sit with us,” Opal Anne said patting the matt...ess next to her.I sat down and looked down at this little girl with her lips wrapped around her mother’s hard bright pink nipple. My wife’s hard nipples turned bright pink when she nursed. If she was in the mood, she would let me latch on and take the last of her milk when she switched sides.This was one of those times.“If you keep that up your daughter. Her appetite almost rivaled Monica’s, and instead of becoming rivals, they soon developed a deep friendship. They shifted so that they took their turns at guard together, and when Charles was otherwise engaged, they slept in each other’s arms.Maggie and Sarah, secure in their family bonds with Charles, watched indulgently and made opportunities for these appetites to be sated – even to the point of conspiring to stand longer watches so that their husband could get enough sleep. Both pined in. "James was unable to complete the sentence, staring into the face that he knew was his. The fear reflected in the eyes was obvious. Relenting, he allowed his mother to guide him to the kitchen table, where he sat, staring at his hands. They had lost a great deal of their mass, becoming slim with delicate digits. His arms too had lost much of their mass. He was still reflecting upon them when a plate of eggs and english muffins was set before him. "You must be starving, with what you went. Behind her was an attendant with a whip at the ready, prepared to lambaste the Slave the minute she let the shade slip. Francine was aware of this and was determined not to fail in her duty. She tried to forget her pain and concentrated all her mental forces on the task in hand. Then the Lady Fortescue gave the horse a light tap of the whip and the animal started moving more quickly. Francine was forced to half run as she still tried to keep the parasol directly over her Mistress's head,.