And the weekend has just begun.” As she lays on the bed to recover, I smile and say “I have two new year’s presents, naughty and nice, which do ...ou prefer first?” She looks a bit disheveled and comments “After that, I better take nice.” I hand her two wrapped boxes. Of course, she goes for the bigger one and opens it. As she pulls out a pair of leather boots, I comment, “You always commented how much you liked Jill’s boots, so I had a pair custom made for you. I hope you like.” She smiles. Although he was on his knees dreaming of serving her, discussing tax forms wasn't what Erica's voice encouraged him to think of. Even so, it was, of course, what he was supposed to be doing for her. "Yes, certainly," he said. "I could drop by this afternoon if that's convenient. It shouldn't take me more than an hour to sort them out." That will be fine, George, thank you. It's nice to have these things dealt with so efficiently." It's no problem. Oh and what was the other thing that you said. My core fetish, adult breastfeeding, has found devotion to her. If life were truly fair, I could , each night, in devotion, kneel in front of her ( not as a slave, have never truly been a sub), but in devotion, in excited need, with my eves showing my sexual hunger for her swollen nipples, my pulse and breath racing to heart attack proportion, at the sight of Tina, standing over me, wearing a black french cut bra, her white cleavage making my vision swim, her slight, sweet smile showing how. ......push.......... fucking push it in. Oh fill me up! Fuck me wide open! Fuck my white cunt!" My reluctance had turned to lust as he slowly forced himself in and I realised that Daniel was right - I was, and wanted to be, their white slut. I wanted as much as I could get of their massive cocks stretching and violating me. I felt the head slide past the tight band of muscle in my pussy as Samuel slowly buried himself in me and I started to cum. My cunt muscle squeezed around Samuels thickness.