Then I realized that thosetiny feminine sounds were my own, drawn out of my willing psyche asErika?s breast tuned me to her will. I surrendered wholly...and gladly. Iwould serve Erika if only I could be her baby, her infant, and suckle onMommy?s breast forever.Her milk filled my mouth again, and again, and the room vanished from myability to comprehend it. The only thing that mattered was drinking. Filland swallow, fill and swallow, fill and swallow, mouthful after mouthfulof acceptance and. Soon the girls would come over to discuss with us what we were feeding the little beggars. We acted pretty reserved with them not really paying them much attention. I could tell that they were used to being noticed by the guys around them. They seemed to like wrapping the members of the male sex around their little fingers. The more we dismissed them the more they tried to insinuate themselves into our little group. We were always brief with them only engaging in minimal conversation. But we. Martin's legs kicked out and then kicked the floor. His red high heelsand white stockinged legs flopping about and his body twisted.Martin's face turned deep red and then a bluish tone as the Baron pulledMartin's lips to the base of his 9" cock and held him there. The Baron'scock now deep in Martin's throat. Martin had come off the bench now andslapping the Baron's thighs and hips with his little hands. It didn'tmatter. The Baron held him till he was ready to let go.Finally the Baron pulled out. The thought of going home had an unexpected effect on Tom. He found himself feeling quite disappointed at the prospect of leaving this wonderful place. This feeling was completely at odds to what he had been feeling just yesterday when his mother had first dared to tell him of their plans. At that point he had been just so dead against the whole idea but within the space of less than twenty four hours Tom knew he had done a full 180 degree about face on the whole matter. He was now totally in.