But Tilda didn’t seem to pay the least bit of attention. She busied her self cleaning the chamber. Straightening the bed, sweeping the floor. Halfw...y through my bath a woman burst into the room carrying a bustle of fabric on her arms. She curtsied to me, and I inclined my head, not knowing what else to do. She hurried to the bed and dropped it onto it. Spreading it out, I realized it was a dress. She turned to me and curtsied again before hurrying right back out the door, closing it softly. His hands reached upward, sliding from her moving hips to the quivering mounds of her boobs. He cupped them firmly, catching the nipples between thumbs and forefingers and squeezing them in rhythm to the fucking she was giving him."Oooohhh!" she breathed. "Yes! Milk 'em, Dur."He kneaded and squeezed the generous udders, milked at the spongy nipples, and felt the dampness on his fingers as he cleared her milk ducts of their watery secretions. She moaned and fucked him harder.His arms began to. She slipped away from us in the night and the hospice called us early in the morning. I took the day off work and Anji and I went up. We sat there, one each side of her bed. It's hard to say goodbye to one you love. Perhaps that's why she left when we weren't there; the body in the bed wasn't Lissa, it was merely an empty shell, bereft of the beauty and life I'd seen in her, that I treasured so. We didn't stay long and left, hand in hand, pausing only to thank the staff who had looked after. Hips up in the air bent over a pad.Finally, my legs were on the leg extensions. They began to strap me down. Myarms were locked in place. A strap locked my waist in. A strap was placed aroundeach thigh, and then I felt a leg press my foot to lock it in place and strapmy calves. I heard the owner ask Master if he wanted my head locked in as well.Master unwaveringly said yes. While this was going on, Master began pullingon my nipples, which were completely exposed on the underside of the table. I.