Anyway, in the early afternoon on my first day of vacation, I went to put on a pot of coffee for my afternoon caffeine fix. I don’t know about you,...but when I hear the sound of water being poured, I get the urge to go to the bathroom and relieve myself. As I walked into the bathroom, I heard the entry door to the downstairs open and foot steps coming up the stairs. I thought it was my brother’s neighbour so I though nothing of it. I closed the door and I yelled out to my unknown visitor. Arron felt his face flush his pulse rate jumped. Oh my God! He fought for control, the same strange alien part of him that he had learnt to control in battle, just wanted to take her there and then. He was grateful he had learnt to control his inner daemon, the beast within, and had not let it have free rein over him. He was fairly certain that ripping the clothes off the Princess's Lady-in-waiting and taking her on the ballroom floor would be a major breach in protocol. But what the hell was. I have my lower body moving and thought now Bob would have me penetrated from behind. But he creamed with a “Melkfett” my nipples. Then he pulled on my nipples, which he has often done, I know that he likes it. Then he turned on the machine. The air whistled out of the teat cups. He put the cups on my nipples and immediately sucked tight to my chest. I'm scared and I cried briefly. The people clapped. The suction effect became stronger and my nipples were "attacked". I screamed, raged. The curve of each firm, luscious breast catches the light, hypnotising as her chest rises and falls. She is laying there, in nothing but dark red satin underwear with black lace trim and a matching bra that only barely contained those breasts.My eyes keep going, passing her chest, down over her stomach, the arch of each hip bone emphasised by the shadows they cast, over the satin and the lace and the soft curve they covered. She slowly raises one leg up, bending it at the knee, and my eyes.