Even onceI was fully on solid food though, when I needed comforting, like when Iwas sick, she would let me sleep with her and snuggle up to her bosom ...ndnurse on one of her breasts. Of course, by then she was no longerproviding any milk, but just having my head against her bosom and thefeel of her nipple between my lips as I suckled on it relaxed me and mademe feel better.Through grade school I remained fascinated with breasts - butunfortunately none of the girls in my classes had any. Well,. I set up a small I.T. company in the 90‘s the name and precise business of which is unimportant. Suffice it to say that I was canny enough to see the whole dot com bubble forming and not get too greedy. I sold up a year or so before things went south and found myself with more money than I knew what to do with.I suppose the sudden acquisition of that amount of wealth would have driven many off the rails, but not me. I enjoyed myself in a moderate way, travelling the world, visited obscure. Jennifer learned the information about each drug quickly and became a great asset to the company. Twenty years later, she is still a top employee each year.Jennifer is on the road enough, with paid hotel rooms and expenses, to be able to play and leave. But, mom, and Dad, when he was alive, never caught on, just enjoyed the income she brought in, not realizing what all she did on her overnight trips or sales calls.Jennifer sells well over her goals for the year to please the company. It works. ”“Smart girl. Sophia.” The master called one of the maid servants to the table. She was a small brunette with curls, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, the only thing that denoted her place as a fellow Club Gomorrah Servant was that her outfit was missing a chest section, leaving her large breasts exposed for all to see.She curtseyed before us. “Oui (Yes) Master.” She was a quiet, soft spoken little thing with a french accent. The master proceeded to order a fluffy scrambled egg and.