My hands trailed my perfectly shaped body. I purred as I grinded against my body length pillow. Slowly but surely I made my way on top. As I straddled...my pillow I massaged my tender breasts in a circular motion. My breathing became labored, I could feel my orgasm building up… and just as I was about to cum, my cell phone rang. I knew from the ring tone that it was my boyfriend, and I knew I had to answer. “Hello.” I answered, almost breathless. A moment of silence, then “What are you doing,. Over the next while, I drank water at Alistair’s insistence, but refused anything else, still feeling nauseated and too upset to even care about food. Alistair kept me in his lap except for when I was dealing with the flood of blood that happened periodically, refusing to leave me even to sleep, and I didn’t have the heart to argue with him. But I wasn’t ready to talk, either, and he was clever enough to know that and choose not to push me. I was too exhausted and sad to cry, needing all of my. I knew that wasn’t true, but sometimes it sure seemed like it. Through it all I never lost my sex drive, or at least I never fully lost it. The doc told me I could do whatever was comfortable, so I did. Greg and I found comfortable ways to ensure we both were at least as fulfilled as before my new condition.Then in my eighth month something really interesting happened—I began to leak, my boobs that is. I woke one morning and the tee-shirt that I had been sleeping in had two big wet spots on the. She wanted to know how it was, but it didn't help to turn her head. It was her Master deciding what she saw now. “Three” she said as her Master held his hand in front of the camera. It turned towards her now and zoomed in on the hand which did explore her body. She felt like she was watching someone else. Of course she felt the hand, but her brain didn't connect those two different sensations together and trusted her eyes more than her body. More hands joined, but the camera was so zoomed in.