He hadn't counted on that happening, but he was glad it had. The feel of Meg's hands on his skin - everywhere, not just on his cock - was almost indes...ribably wonderful. He'd cut out his own tongue if it ensured that Meg would bathe him for the next year or two.Then he thought about the feeling in is cock when it had squirted. He'd thought something was wrong with him at first. The pain had come on him like a rushing freight train and had stabbed directly through his penis and into his aching. The only times that they had any freedom at all was when they were fed.It had been a long day. Bethany wondered how many more there would be before they were killed or before? What?This day they'd been told they had to learn how to behave. She guessed that meant Clegg had something else in mind for them. Alexander had delighted in training them to stand or kneel to order. His methods were simple. All of the girls now bore the welts from the strap and canes that he used to reinforce his. Gloria rolled over facing me before she said those magical words. ‘Please suck them for me. They are so full and Katie never takes enough to relieve the pressure for very long.’ ‘I’ve never tasted breast milk before, kiddo, but I sure am willing to try,’ I told her, before I leaned over and greedily sucked her tits. She grabbed my free hand and guided it between her legs. I cupped her pussy mound while I feasted on her breast milk. As she started squirming and grinding into my hand, I. It was nothingoutrageous, just sharp little pangs across my legs, arms and chest. Itwas happening so subtly I had to bring one of my arms right up to my faceto make certain they were receding. My limbs began to ache fiercely,becoming tight and at the same time, weak. My six pack melted into whatwas becoming a flat, smooth belly. I felt a dull rippling sensation allover my body. It was my skin, visibly aging before my eyes. Again,nothing outrageous, but it seemed to lose just a little of.