After 15 min she came to room.I asked her to come to me. She obeyed me. I made her to sleep on the bed. I started to kiss her. She was responding for ...he kiss very well. We kissed for 10 min. I broke the kiss and started to unbutton her blouse. After each button I open her breast were becoming bigger like rubber balloon. I parted her blouse but not removed and did the same thing to bra. I started to drink her milk from her right breast. The milk was already generated so I was drinking full of. He looks up at me, surprised, before this hed only ever been allowed to play with my breasts, but I was so turned on I didnt care anymore. I nod at him, reassuring him. He rolls to the side and props himself up on one elbow, his other hand coming to rest on my stomach, his pinky touching the elastic waist band of my panties. he looks at me for a moment, then kissing me, his tongue fighting with mine. I feel his hand slide under the waist band of my panties and one of his finger slowly slide. “Well” she explained, “Not exactly… not the pretend traffic stop or the handcuffs.”“What then” I asked, “What are you saying?”“Honey” she said, using her serious tone with me, “I’d really like US to keep seeing him. I still want him to fuck me but I want you here, with us. I don’t want to hide anything from you… not anymore!“ She hesitated a bit and then added, “and I want you to be here with us… watching and joining in…. wherever and whenever you feel comfortable. But, most of all, I want you. The other thing I love is sex, and lots of it. When I went away to college I got a part-time job dancing in a strip club on the weekends. Nothing made me feel more powerful than knowing I was the center of every guy’s attention and the object of their kinky desires as I made love to the pole. In their minds I was what they couldn’t get from their wives or girlfriends. To them I was the personification of their wet dreams.It was such a fucking trip leading them on, turning them on, giving them.