Sober she hates her tits. In cold weather she complains about them being cold and hates that her big nipples get hard and show. Nipples almost an inch...long are hard to hide. In hot weather she complains about the sweat underneath her boobs and says they are heavy and uncomfortable. Every summer she complains about an itchy rash that develops under both breasts. She held my head to her breast and begged me to suck her like a baby. She breast-fed both Heidi and Tina when they were babies and even. Facing me now, with both hands beneath her chin again in that special way she had, she relaxed next to me again, and in a few moments her lashes drooped and she drifted off again. Her anxiety had drained her over the previous days and she was exhausted. I was deep in thought and my mind racing on the situation in which we were enveloped, when she awoke nearly four hours later. She must have been watching me for a while before she spoke. ‘My father held me once like this when I was a little girl. Remember, I was fourteen, every girl I looked at, it was at her chest, first, then her face.Now, I had a very strict mother; I knew better than to ever argue with her or not do what she wanted. She had a hair brush that I had had whacked across my bare butt more than once and it was something I tried to avoid at all costs.To my everlasting shame, my mother, during her final instructions to Myra, told her that if I didn't do what she said, that she had her permission to use the hair brush and. I was released from the high chair, and as soon as I could, Itried (tired, in a short dress, thick diaper, a thick penis gag lockedinto my mouth, and wearing silly high-heeled Mary Jane shoes) to run.Mark easily grabbed me, and after spinning me around, landed a punch inmy balls that had me on the floor in the fetal position, fighting tobreathe only through my nose.After about 10 minutes or so, the pain had subsided enough for me to tryto stand, and Mark just stood there, watching me. I knew,.