Subsequently, after every feeding, I continued to let her suckle each alternate nipple until she fell asleep. Actually, I looked forward to this acti...ity. Of course, I mentioned nothing of this to Terry since I didn't know how she'd react to what I was doing. But I felt that it was psychologically good for the baby to be held and allowed the physical contact of a human in such a manner, so what could be bad? I kept myself clean and sweet smelling, and I was hairless anyway so to her, I. . nomatter how expert a female was at oral ministrations, she could never use thistalent to dissuade him from punishing her or use it as a power over him. And what did he intend to do with her panties? Would he stuff them into hermouth to muffle her hollering when he punished her ass cheeks with that formidableruler? It would leave angry welts across her flesh. Burning red stripes ofpure pain. . . . Eden preferred the more intimate contact when draped over his knees, inhalinghis musky cologne. “It’s great to see you.”“I missed you over the weekend.” Helen couldn’t avoid a hint of accusation in her tone.He nodded. “I went home. If I don’t see my parents every so often, Mum gets antsy and pesters me about whether I’m keeping warm and eating enough.”“Oh. Sorry. I don’t mean ... I mean ... I don’t have any right to...”“Hey! We’re friends, right? Actually, I don’t go home often, because Mum then pesters me about not having a girlfriend. I think she’s worried about not getting to be a. When my real mother died after giving birth to me, my father remarried another woman a few years later. That's when I met him. I was about four at the time. He was two years older than me and he was my champion, so I always came up with excuses to try and be around him (even if I was annoying at times). I also knew he was good looking even though he was my step-brother. Even when we were younger I just knew he was special. Anyway, as I got older I started noticing my friends kept asking me.