A moment later the woman came back with a glass jug and beaker, placing them next to the bowl of milk on the table. Whilst Jeremiah merely sat still i... his chair staring contentedly at the sobbing babe tied up in front of him the woman poured the white liquid that had been squeezed from Holly’s tits from the bowl into the jug. Although it took considerable concentration not to spill a drop the woman managed it all without letting the strain show on her face. That done she placed the bowl down. We talked some more, while she was petting my chest, shoulders and arms. It felt nice. As time progressed, her fingers moved, petting to my legs and thighs. It was a bit strange. But I didn't want her to stop.The door screeched a bit. Aunt Tania noticed it was not properly shut, and fixed it. She got back to her place sitting on the bed. I lay on my side so she has more room. She used the opportunity and petted and scratched my back. When she reached a certain point in my lower back, I got. I clicked the alarm off before it had the chance to disrupt what was still a peaceful morning. Getting up well before dawn had always been a high price to pay, but there was still something soothing about starting my day while the rest of the world was still tucked up in bed. After taking a quick shower I pulled on my usual work clothes, brushed my hair into a ponytail and set out. Rounding the final corner I could see John faithfully waiting outside the back door of the bakery, his coat zipped. None at all.’ ‘What an arrogant tart,’ Sandra snapped and when Belinda moved to smother a laugh Sandra said kindly, ‘Loosen up when you’re with me Belinda. Now tell me what’s this all about?’ ‘You were in a state of exhaustion when Mr Love brought you in last night.’ ‘I was travel weary, long, long days on the road and tramping off to see some of the natural sights. So why am I here?’ Belinda colored and said she’d rather not say. ‘Come on Belinda, cough up. I don’t have to slap you around do.