Carla needed another milking by now and Bruce needed her gifts to keep his strength. She lay on the sofa and enjoyed their view as her husband suckled...her breasts and drank up her milk production from both breasts. She produced more every day. Even though he flattened her breast storage down like the empty leather wine skin bota bags, the Basques herders used. She always filled them ever fuller the next time. Her skin benefited from the frequent lotion treatments of fresh semen, from both men. I know what goes on in your mind, and it amuses me." In this void I just floated there curious but a little fearful. Loki? The God? Like the Thor movies? Like Norse Mythology? What an ODD dream to have. But the weirdest part was, I was fully aware. I felt, awake, alive, and yet I knew I was sleeping. The combo caused light fear to well up inside in me. Loki stated "I will give you the ability to grant wishes, both your own or other peoples. You only have to snap your fingers to grant these. Then I lean her against me and kiss her neck and caress her stomach and she mutters that her body is all mine, I kiss her neck and rub her thighs and tell her I do lots of things and hope she might be game to explore and she purrs inside her body that serving is ok as long as she gets time with her friends. Her loose shirt was sliding down her body caught on her bra my hands still rubbing my eyes glanced as she turned sideways, her shirt opened revealing a pink lace plunge bra that gave me. Susie also noticed another very strange feeling. Her pussy was beginning to respond to what was happening in a way that she could believe. Her clit was becoming swollen as if this torture was somehow exciting her. This was as disturbing to Susie as everything else that had happened on this dark day. It seemed the more she squirmed and felt the uncomfortable pressure of the saw horse between her legs the more her pussy began to respond sexually. In fact she could feel her moisture beginning.