Well I guess I should say"didn't" it? You see, I had two slave girls, both beautiful former"Dommes." Over the past 10 years I must have turned 6 or 8 ...ommes intoslutty slaves. Turning dommes sub was a challenge I relished. I had mymethods and they worked beautifully. When I found the domme bitch thatwas to be my next victim , I new it would be my best work yet.I had seen her in the clubs around town playing with a slave or two. Shecertainly appeared to know what she was doing and had some. Ah...the miracle of life. It stirred feelings within me which surprised even me. After a brief interval of this routine, snuggling her, and constantly watching that little face sucking on her bottle, and feeling especially bonded to our baby, I began to wonder what it was like for a woman to nurse a baby. What must she feel holding her child to her bosom and providing life giving sustenance? Why would any mother deny herself this pleasure?After little Sue had emptied her bottle, and. Already her body was ready for more. She pushed him down to his back and pounced on him. She kissed him deeply and grasped his shaft, moving her hand up and down. She watched his abs ripple with the sensation, his jaw clenched. Sweat was gathering on his chest. Grace traced her tongue all the way down his groin, then took him into her mouth. Grace began to lick the tip of his erection, pulling him deeper into her mouth. Jesse growled and gripped her hair. He pulled her off of him and flipped. Ian spread her legs, looking up at her supple breasts, wondering at the passion he felt for this amazing woman. His hands traveled up her stocking clad thighs, feeling the heat rise as he approached her silk clad center. In one pull her shredded panties fell away, he was assaulted by the scent of her desire, the need in her body language. His head slid between her thighs, the silk made his journey effortless and tickled his ears as his lips and tongue sought out her sweet nexus. Millie grabbed.