His shirt, likewise, was also cut off ending just above his belly button. I suppose we were supposed to be shocked or something - and we were the firs... time - but after that we just couldn't help but laugh. After doing it to us a few more times and getting the same reaction, he vanished and we never saw him again. I'm not sure if this was how we should have reacted. I suppose you could argue that, once I'm trained, I will never laugh at a male again... but, on the other hand, surely even a. It was a strange life, but one that Marie found exciting. In the morning, she would wake before the Master and gently express a little milk to wet her nipple before slipping it into his mouth. He would immediately latch on and suckle, slowly waking up as she cradled his head in her arms. While he was dressing and having breakfast, Marie was milked by one of the servants. Then she would dress in a simple dress that allowed easy access to her breasts and would accompany the Master as he went. . I told you that before mother and I'm sorry...' Hisvoice trailed off."Oh yes, you did tell me that. And what did you tell me earlier, that youhad gotten dressed ten or twelve times before? Hmm, is that it? And youwore stockings and a girdle every time?" Oh no," he said earnestly, "that was only a few times." So in addition to the dozen or more times you got dressed, several timesyou put on stockings and a girdle." Lisa was enjoying this interrogationand moreover she was determined to know. It was about the size of a loo roll holder. I remember being pretty surprised, and that suprised feeling was almost instantly followed by a feeling of lust. I guessed straight away what that hole was used for, and I bent forward to look through in to the cubicle next door. (My heart is beating faster as I write this, just as it did back then).I wasn't too close to the hole, so it was a relatively narrow field of view in to the stall next door - but that didn't matter, because I could clearly.