Mohammed had won, because he was in lead, and I understood where my place was. Actually I enjoyed householding for him. Doing his laundry, washed his ...ack in bath, cooked his meals. Mohammed was sweet and Caring, but jealous when I gave to much attention to people in my surroundings. Especially to other men.He made me clear that he expected with whom I had to talk, and not to forget to call him Sir, or Mr Mohammed, when other Arab orientated men where with us when we were togheter. He made. "Jesus Christ, Jay, don't you knock!?" I shouted. My sister walked in to my room, "I'm sorry, Chris, Mum just told me to tell you her and dad are going out for a bit" she said, her eyes fixed on my hard-on. My sister, Jasmine - or Jay for short - is 19, 5ft 2" with large breasts. They must have been at least 32D. I always thought she was kind of cute, but in a brotherly way. She didn't have many guys on her tail because she was very dark and secretive. "That's very nice, anything else?" I. I drink from the bottle and it is intoxicating to drink her sweet milk. I must have it from her breast. I hear her coming up the stairs. She’s talking on her phone, telling someone that grandma has the baby so she can rest and she is going to fill bottles after a quick shower because she is about to burst.She goes into the bathroom and starts the shower. I put my face mask on with my bottle of her milk in 1 hand and my gun in the other. I quickly move to the nursery to await my milkmaid in the. "Call me Cleo." Cleo smiled as she shook their hands and asked them to stand still while she took out a spray gun. "This will immobilize you and give your body a sheen like a mannequin plastic." "First lets make sure you really enjoy yourself." Cleo smiled as she pulled down their pantyhose one at a time and slipped a dildo and butt plug into each one before she rubbed their sex and pulled them back up. "Let's pose you." Cleo said as she had Christine stand with her legs two feet apart, her.