The last few wallops that she landed caused him to howl, and that seemed to excite his Mistress very much.“I need to touch your skin, Chris,” she ...hispered, drawing close to him.Her hands began to move all over his body, randomly. She reached around and stroked his chest…she ran her fingernails up the outsides of his thighs…she massaged his hips….stroked his beard….and held the front of her body against his back. His mind was a swirl of sensations.“I’ve got something special for you now,. ‘No, I’m serious. He seems to have a thing for your boobs.’ ‘Just like his father.’ Jackie repeated. I had to smile a bit, but continued. ‘I know, but remember how much trouble you had weaning him off your breasts when you stopped nursing him?’ ‘I had more trouble weaning you off them than I did with him, if you remember.’ Now Jackie was openly laughing. ‘Yeah, I remember. It was one of the most traumatic times in my life. I think it might have scarred me forever.’ Jackie again laughed at. 'Cleavage parity', or 'cleavage equity', has never meant a cock for every cleavage. I have always made it clear that every man deserves to serve breasts, but not every woman deserves to have her breasts served. Many women are incapable of that level of responsibility, and for these women, a satisfied cleavage is not an automatic right.Furthermore, my voters and online fans will know that I have also always been opposed to slave redistribution. It steals slaves from responsible TitMistresses,. I was even more frightened as I tried to get the woman free of her seat belt. The buckle was jammed. The smoke was getting heavier and I was terrified. ‘I can’t get this buckle open.’ I shouted it and waited for George to tell me what to do. Her response was not in words. She slid something over the roof of the car. It came to a stop a few inches from my face. I saw that it was a large, nasty Bowie knife. Without a thought I slashed the seat belt, then pulled the woman from the smoking car..