That night, you suckled eagerly, moaning when you got a few precious drops. You fucked me hard from behind, my heavy tits swinging, an occasional drop...of milking leaking out.After that night, my production steadily increased. I loved the way my breasts looked, full with long, dark nipples. I wondered how big you would want them to grow, how much milk you would demand of me. You asked me not to wear a bra at home, because you loved to see the wet patches my milk left on my shirts. My unfettered. "What?! Speak up, cunt!" You nearly shout, "Yes, Mistress". I grab your hard dick and place it inside me, sliding down onto it, feeling it fill me. I begin rocking onto it, feeling my pussy become more slick. I ride you, slow at first, feeling you push against my clit. I pull your hair, and kiss you as I am fucking you. "Do you like this, bitch? Being my fuck toy? Knowing that you are only here to please me?" You know better than to whisper this time, "Yes, Mistress" I ask you, "Do you look. .” What she didn't realize was I could not look away. I could not close my eyes. Fuck, I'm sure I could even blink! She turned her head and lowered her mouth back onto the cock.Up and down, up and down her head moved. Her lips touching the roughhewn plywood surrounding the hole. The only sounds, the wet smacking of his crotch against her mouth and an occasional cough from her. After about 10 minutes, a faint “I'm gonna cum...” emanated from beyond the wall. Stacey pulled her mouth off and. I wanted to dominate him but it was not enough for me. So I went inside brought some dresses. I removed his dress and gave him a panty to wear. After wards a black skirt and a tight red top.I positioned my camera to record the events. I made him kneel down and pushed the dildo inside his mouth. He coughed and was suffocating. I pushed and pulled and soon he adjusted to the size. The amazing fact was he was sucking better than any other sluts I knew.I wanted to humiliate him further and put.