They were taken to the the milk women. These were the women with the big tits full of milk and they nursed these sons. They had been nursing the kings...sons for years and had big saggy tits. They kept naked tops and seemed to always have a son attached to a tit. When they were younger they were bred by the king many times but now they were the milk ladies.Three nights a week the king went to the room where his whores were to fuck and breed them. They all laid naked on the beds and he chose who. It had been almost two weeks since we had quality time like this with each other, and I was savoring every second of it. Joel started to dry hump me. His hands wandered my body, grabbing my breasts. He whispered into my ear, "You like how that feels don't ya? You can't wait to feel me inside you, making long slow strides until we both cum, huh?" "Ah. Uh-huh. Mhmm" Joel stopped dry humping me, and ripped my thong off. He headed south, and started sucking on my clit. I arched my back, squeezing. He raises an eyebrow…. Lie back and you’ll see… She takes a deep draught from the bottle lifting the bottom in the air, fully aware of the reaction the sight of her swallowing, cold liquid coursing down her throat, is having on his body. She reaches over to pass the cider. Carefully, so as not to rock the boat, she flips so her head is between his thighs, propped up on elbows. Just so. With an overly studied attitude, she pushes aside the dressing gown and looks at him. Her face is close to. She shivers. "Yes, I will. I'll scream for you."He reaches into his bag and pulls out the next one of his tools. It is a 'slapper', a twelve inch double thick black leather strap on the end of a handle with extra strips attached to it. The extra strips don't make it hurt more, but they do make a very loud noise when it is used. In this bedroom, if he strikes hard enough, it will sound like a gunshot.He walks around behind her but doesn't touch her. He can see turn her head, trying to follow him.