There were good people from Saigon and bad people from Saigon. These days, it seemed like there were a great deal more bad people than good people.Fre...chie knew she was different than the other people in the village but she did not really feel that she was different. She knew she liked to argue with the Americans and the arguments often became heated but she deep inside liked them and felt they at least treated her with respect and not as an object of shame.When she argued, she used the skills. "Mother's milk! Shit! Your breasts are producing milk!" Oh Jesus, no... this can't be happening..." Alex collapsed on to the floor, defeated, and utterly humiliated. He had just gotten used to the idea of breasts on his back - and now he'd have to get used to the idea that they were lactating.But Chris was elated. "This is fantastic! My god, Alex you are too much! You are a bitch in heat! A slutty, pregnant, milking, bitch in heat!" Chris sucked hard on both nipples and was rewarded. I wondered if Emily was like her mother that way. Erica got on the bed and shook her rear at me. She was teasing me, you see. She enjoyed sex. I moved to the bed and she laid down on her stomach. I took the baby oil and began repeating what I had done already today. But this was different, wasn't it. I hadn't been doing anything sexual with Emily. Of course not. That was just me helping her with her tanning lotion. This was sexual now, in my bedroom. My massaging was certainly making Erica feel. I liked to be dominated by this whore.She took soap and applied on all my body slowly on my breasts in a circular motion on my ass while slapping it. We were covered with soap when sirish opened the door and saw us. He said ladies your master has arrived he took off his clothes at the door and came in.Like obedient girls we made space for him he was between us with two us at each side hetal took care of the top kissing him, playing with his nipples and he pushed me down towards his dick. I took.