"Doggies can't talk! How many times must I remind you, cunt?!"She yelled at the now cowering meek wimp."Sorry mistress!"He frantically apologised."Sto... speaking! You pathetic little worm! You cuck-adled imbecile! Know your fucking place!!"She delivered a bunch more very harsh and stinging spanks in swift succession to his quickly-reddening arse.Just as quick as she started smacking his bum, she suddenly stopped, and composed herself with a soft sigh and an adjustment of a few loose strands of. If she was sleeping I didn't want to wake her. If she was jilling off I wanted to be able to enjoy watching for a moment before I picked up my iPod and water bottle.When I got to our bedroom door I slowed and stopped for a moment. My cock surged to steel hardness almost immediately. I heard the distinctive moans and groans Karen makes when she is nearing her peak. The bed was squeaking slightly with her movements. I knew I had to enter the room and interrupt her or I would really be late.Just. The more I pressed it in the more she was closer with her movement. Maybe three minutes later I kissed her. At first she was a bit resistant but soon warmed up and her tongue delved deep. I did not rush things so it was ten or fifteen minutes later that, without a word being said we made our way to the bedroom.I could tell how nervous she was as it took her all of five minutes to strip off but as soon as she was fully naked I pushed her onto the bed. Her feet were still on the floor and I. This existence could have been stultifyingly boring, but the daily breastfeed did far more than keep hunger at bay. Penn's life was suffused with a sense of mystery, of unreality. Along with the milk came half-remembered dreams, strange personal connections.Today, Penn was soaking up impressions from Jane, a girl he could not remember while awake, but did dreamily remember as he fed. Penn enjoyed her company. It was almost as if she were in the room with them, almost as if he were in her mind..