It always meant that the milk she got out of the refrigerator, which her mommy said was milk from her boobs, had to be warmed up otherwise it was too ...hick for Clarissa to drink. Clarissa didn’t like having to warm it up; she either got it too hot, or too cold. She preferred to drink it fresh, like she did whenever her mommy was home. Her mommy’s milk was yummy. Sweet, kinda’ like warm ice cream, but thicker. But the milk from the refrigerator wasn’t as good. Clarissa got some of the milk out. Sucking himhe unlocked the door and i stop smilling and i froze''sup ''''not much gonna teach my new friend here his place ''''oh yeah , he is cute he looks shy''''yeah well im his first but he liked sucking really good ''i looked down feeling caught''ahah hooo so cute, boy dont be shy we love cute cock sucker like you ''''gonna take a shower wanna help me with him ? ''''sure why not''i felt trap , weak, stupid and small getting help naked by them calling me a cute little white fairy boyi was. I never understood the need to, and why an adult would give themselves a moniker.Chiara noticed the edge in my voice. “Yes,” she grinned. She was pleased with herself at successfully getting a rise out of me.“He’s a flake, Chiara.” The words came out harsher than I had wanted them to.“His approach to rope bondage isn’t sexual. Or, might I add, as perverted and twisted as yours. It’s designed to be therapeutic and artistic. I happen to find it endearing that he’s a sensitive soul,” she. .." Her voice cracked and she began to sob-little gasps released under great pressure as she fought to maintain her composure. I put my arms around her to comfort her, but it increased her anxiety. She became rigid, shaking slightly, so I stepped away to give her the space she needed. Eventually, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. Still, she didn't look at me.She spoke as if relating a tale of death in her family. "I know what I have to do and I'll do it. I'll be a bride on her.