"He was an easy one to fool. You don't look like such a pushover, though," she told him."I am not." He prodded her with his riding crop. The way he ra... it up and down the side of her dress was almost obscene in its familiarity. When he began pushing the tip into her left nipple, she took an involuntary step backward."You do not like me. That is fine. I do not like the French. Even more to the point, I do not like the French aristocracy, which you represent in all your decadent splendor. Look at. When I refused she started dancing alone so as to entertain me and lighten up my mood and made me sit on the bed to enjoy it. She was wearing a tight black top and a knee length skirt and her hair was loosely open moving around with her body as she danced in a sexy manner.In the last move she spun around really fast and her skirt lifted up due to which her red striped were clearly visible to me and I was enjoying the view when she lost her balance and fell on me on the bed and I held her with. "Alright fine, I'm curious. Like I said, I've not had a challenge in years and you are already operating outside of the law. You can't sue me and take away what little this stupid job pays," she said.I turned to look at Kate who was sitting up on the medical examination bed with Helen and Tracy. "Well, what do you think? It's your head," I said."I'll do what you think is best, Master," said Kate.I sighed. "Kate, I want your honest answer, not the one you think I want," I said.Kate quailed. The two men stepped back and as I looked down I could see my nipples elongated like two rubber pipes. They were running with milk which dripped onto my skirt. I stood up and undid the skirt zip. The garment fell to the ground and I was left with just my tiny g-string which was moist and sticking to my pussy. I sat again on the sideboard with my bottom on the edge. My legs were apart and my vagina thrust forward wanting to be touched. Milk continued to.