I loved to be on display for him. I loved it when he used me for his pleasure in the many positions he chose. I was his sex slave, here for his pleasu...e. He was my first love; he was my only love. He taught me the art of BDSM. As far back as I can remember I always wanted to serve and obey even before I knew what it meant to be a submissive.I loved the feel of his whip on my ass. He did it out of love. I was never really a bad slave. I always tried to obey his every command, but sometimes I. Melbourne, whilst not being Australia's biggest (Sydney) or capital (Canberra) city, is the finance capital of the nation.He settled his affairs and when he was assured that the divorce process was bullet proof, he flew out to Australia to start a new life.He did not know whether his rehabilitation of the organisation would take days, weeks or months so lived in a hotel nearby to his office and within days discovered that the business was wrought with as many forms of mismanagement, dishonesty. I'm not ready for that. God, who would have thought I was ready for this?" Well, not me. Umm... Sam?" Yep." Would you... ?" What? What, Josh?" Would you come for me?" Oh, fuck, I hope so. Would you like that?" Oh, yeah. Did you like watching me?" Yeah, it was so hot. Your cock was so hard!" I want to feel you come, Sam. And it's hard again!" I want you to as well. Oh, and I'm so close now." Yeah?" Uh huh. Josh, my panties are soaked. If I can just move... Oh, God!" What?" Oh, I can feel the tip. I rolled over and closed my eyes. She added more oil to her already very slippery hands and continued my massage, beginning at my shoulders and then to my milk-filled breasts."Are you currently lactating?" asked the ther****t."Yes" I answered, blushing slightly, "Yes I am." How long since you gave birth" she continued."uh.." I stammered "just over a year."With that, she light gripped one of my breasts and began to gently massage it. Sure enough, soon little droplets of milk appeared... as did.