”“Such a thrill to nurse. I've been looking forward to sharing my milk with you and Zinaida since my husband proposed we... entertain you.”I cou...dn't think. I could only lick my lips as I moved around her to sink on the couch beside her sister-in-law. My blonde curls, lighter hue of gold than Zinaida's, brushed the president's sister as I nuzzled into that fat, proffered nub.I latched on, suckled.Creamy milk flooded my mouth. I shuddered in delight. My eyes widened at the taste of her sweet. “But I’m late and I need to hurry.”“I talked to my mother yesterday and arranged to drop Grace off tonight and I’m cancelling all my appointments for tomorrow so that we can spend the entire weekend alone together,” he said kissing her cheek before she fully escaped his grasp.“I’d love to spend the weekend alone with you, honey, but you don’t need to take another pill. I’m okay with just snuggling and watching TV or something. We don’t have to try to do a marathon love-making session.”“But I. Aside from the final fitting on my new suit, I was ready. I had successfully argued against a tuxedo, thinking it was just a little too over-the-top for a garden wedding and reception. I was sitting at the kitchen table with DeDe, Matt, and Terry that evening, helping them to finish their homework. They had been back to school for a month and it was a challenge to get them to focus on the discipline that had vanished over the summer holidays. Kirk was finished first, and was up in his bedroom,. Luckily they’d made that pretty easy for her. In a way though, that was part of the ingenuity of what they’d done. Every orgasm merely reinforced the changes, and ensured their lasting influence. They’d turned her into her own jailor. They’d made her love what she’d been turned into. Breakfast was a coffee and a croissant, quickly devoured to leave ample time for her to clean up and get ready for her first client. He was an elegant but young businessman, South American, a regular. They were.