Paul doesn’t have much interest in my post-pregnancy body,” she sighed, making a pouty face.“Impossible. If you were mine, sweetheart, I’d be ...njoying your body every day.”“I love that enthusiasm of yours,” she laughed. “But can you keep a secret, daddy?”“Y-yes. Of course.”She guided my cock until it pressed against her soaked panties. I could feel how wet and eager she was for my cock. She was totally off limits. But that made me want her even more.My hips lurched forward as if it had a life. Except for her breasts, anyway. She’d breast fed Mindy, who was a lusty, hungry baby. Her demands had swollen Lana’s breasts, and they had never really gone back to their pre-birth size. They were heavy, and while they didn’t sag too much, they didn’t jut out unsupported like they had in her youth. She had grown up hating bras, and didn’t wear them unless she was forced to. She’d had to wear bras when she was breast feeding, but when she weaned Mindy and her breasts went dry she quit wearing. You may find your forehead branded before the night is out.5. Be totally honest with yourself about what you seek. There is an undercurrent in the leather community that a hierarchy exists among submissives. According to this “common wisdom,” it is better to be 24/7 than part time, it is better to be a slave than a boy, and so on. Don’t fall into this trap.What is best for you is whatever meets your specific desires and needs. To be a man who submits only in sessions because this is all he. We ran into trouble an hour or so later with Brigid sitting beside me on the driver's seat, her hand stroking my thigh, its heel at my prod. A Redcoat lieutenant and an Indian wearing leggings and little else stepped into the road fifty yards before us. I looked back and found a mixed party of what appeared to be redskins and redcoats closing in. They had eyes only for the women in the open carriage and were all but salivating. I could hardly blame them."Stay calm," I yelled down at my.