Matriarch's feedings had always been a relief from the pressure of too much milk, and a source of pain and discomfort because the shape of her mouth d...d not match the shape of the nipple. But this creature's mouth fit well, and it suckled gently instead of using the harsh suction that Matriarch had used.The slave's milk flowed smoothly, relieving the pressure in that breast, but the creature stopped before it drained her completely, and stepped back, gesturing its companion forward. This. He’s really starting to have trouble keeping his mind on his conversation now. Letting her knees spread a little more, she starts to tremble as she feels his hand rubbing over the calf of her leg. She’s able to tell that her plan is working, because she can see the bulge starting to grow in his jeans. When he’s finally done, she takes the phone from his hand and lays it down on the desk. He gives her a puzzled look as she turns around and shuts down his system. But he leans back in his chair. I nearly fell over with the shock and covered my cock with my hands, “I thought you might like your back washed” she said taking the soap from me. As she did that my cock started growing, she might be old, but she was female, naked and here with me. Then she reached round and grabbed hold of it, “mmmm you are big aren’t you, you don’t mind if I do this do you?” she asked as she stroked it.I couldn’t answer I was so worked up that I knew I was going to cum if she didn’t stop. She didn’t, and I. The Clan priests taught us in Sunday school, as a child and teenager, that young girls spend years anticipating being sold to a strong and powerful man. One whom will protect and pleasure them. It was not impossible that a innocent, and I mean that in the Clan sense of the word, could fall for her husband though she had never said a word to him.Being the recipient of such strong devotion was a little startling from my perspective.Anne was a tiny woman, shorter than mother, with small 'B' cup.