They went down to dining room to have a dinner and left me chained in the room's bathroom.. At first I was upset I wasn't being allowed to have dinner... but then the memories of all those cocks and cum had me forgetting I was upset. As I lay on my side chained to radiator when the room door opens slowly. I call out "Hello? who's there" but no one answers so I begin to get nervous when this naked hunk of a man walks in to bathroom telling me He was to be my present for being such a good slave for. So I shifted to my POOJA maushi room that was time of December weather was very cold. Because of some unexpected guests we don’t have extra blanket and razai so I have to share with maushi..Firstly I was very happy that I got opportunity to sleep besides her. She cooked for every one and all had dinner after some time having small chit chat they left to their room. My mama and mami sleep in my room and my mami s mother and sister slept in my mothers room. I and my maushi was went to maushi s. She went on, ‘Does it feel good having your baby snuggled against you, yes, but I wouldn’t have to breast feed to get that. It is nice though, especially at 3:00 a.m. when she wakes up. I don’t have to get out of bed and warm a bottle. All I do is reach over, get her, and press my breast in her mouth. I can almost go back to sleep.’ ‘Nothing special then,’ Shawn said a little disappointed. ‘No it’s special, but it’s not like I hear the ‘Hallelujah Chorus’. You know, the ‘Battle Hymn of the. She could fix this, she supposes, by having a doctor insert gelatinous bags beneath her nipples, but it wouldn’t any longer be her. It might even — one might think — take attention away from her neck or her mouth. Perhaps her breasts would grow larger if she had a child, though she is unlikely ever to know. People come as complex packages. This is what comes in hers. What else comes is fascination. She watches the breasts of other women in her dance classes surge forward with centrifugal force.