My primary goal is milk. I return to my room and ensure my play pack is stocked and ready for the next day. Sterile needles for nipple torture, rope, ...lastic straps, and zip ties for breast bondage, nipple clamps, suction, and ball gags. The next morning I google to find the nearest OB medical group. If there is a mommy-rich environment, this will be it. There will be plenty of prospective prey here. I arrive at the location and I decide to park on the street where I can get a good preliminary. Neither the donkey nor the gypsy stirred as Steven started up the path. He carried nothing with him but his hat. The path wound as it rose from the desert floor and soon, Steven George was looking out across a marshy land where in the distance there ran a ribbon of water. On the far side of the water lay a village where people lived peaceful, happy lives because they were free of the fear of the dragon. Steven looked out across the distance and realized that he no longer wished to return to his. ‘may I know what is making a lonely girl cry on the streets in the night?’She looked up at him with a wet big eyes and sunk her face again into her handkerchief.‘What a beauty she is’, he thought. A flawless fair face with so beautiful eyes. In a black fur leather jacket over a white t-shirt with a deep black jeans she looked a real angel. The t-shirt ran through her belly and ended few centimeters before her jeans started, thus showing a part of her belly. He wished if he could touch her soft. Take it, suck.." he commanded, and I willingly obeyed before I pulled away breathless. He smiled devilishly as he looked down at me, and with one movement, I was on my feet one second, but he swept me onto the edge of the table, pulling my dark pants off fluidly and dropping them on the floor. "Shaved..." he murmured after pulling my white panties off, and one long finger dipped down into my hood, tracing along the pouting lips that were now freely and deliciously wet. "You're eager," he.