I heard the water go on and the curtain slide on its rod and back again. She had left the door slightly ajar. 'What am I doing here?' I felt like fain...ing. The blood seemed to have left my head, I was dizzy and I felt that my body was acting independently and in spite of my conscious will. My mind wanted to flee this place but was frustrated in advance. Something deeper animated me, something too powerful to thwart. I took off my boots, I undid the pigtails from my hair. I entered the bathroom. The nipple, to start with, looks much like normal, apart from the darkened aureola and larger breast. Occasionally, there will be a drop of milk forming on the end depending on how full the breast is, or urgent the release. Generally, though the nipple looks just like normal.However, when you begin to suck, a few changes happen. The nipple begins to become erect and protrudes out, sometimes to well over an inch. Milk can come from any number of milk nodes. As the person feeding begins to draw. Those deep green eyes. They made me want to drop to my knees right there under the running water, and NOT to pray."You gonna wash or what?" he asked with a big grin and picked up the soap. "That is unless you want me to do it for ya?" If he grinned again, I was going to slap him. He enjoyed the power too much for my taste, I suppose."No I got it." I snatched the soap from him and began soaping myself up, starting with my chest and under arms, my arms, then my legs. I lathered up like I always. I run back out to the top of the stairs and await their arrival, my shaved pubes will at least show him I have the cunt of a little girl, so I stand open-legged as my thigh gap will show the sheen of my wet labia. His face brightens as he sees me standing provocatively, and unashamedly crude, ‘Hi, I’m Frida’, I say warmly, but his eyes are transfixed on my crotch, before shifting in an upward scroll over my flat tummy and perky breasts and nipples screaming to be suckled in his old mouth. He.