"It means that as soon as someone drinks your milk, you will be able totell them things and later on, they will want to do those things," Brisaid."Lik... to come back and fuck Kristie more," she giggled?"No, Kristie. They will want to come back and fuck you more because thedrug in your milk is so addictive. But this is very, very important,Kristie. Do you understand?" Very important," Kristie repeated."In your new job as a street whore, when someone drinks your milk, youneed to whisper in. The pleasure built inside of me. I shuddered and bucked. My big tits flopped about. My nipples were so hard. I groaned and sighed, my toes curling as I writhed on the bed. Donna panted and groaned into my pussy as Frank slammed his dick into her. The slap of his balls on her flesh echoed through the room. Such a delicious, wicked sound. Frank, I panted. Oh, yes, Frank. Fuck that slut. I love it. She moans into my pussy and that feels amazing. Fuck. My body tensed. I humped against her mouth.. Allen, do you wish to get up and go home?"He could smell her perfume. It was sweet, airy, had a hint of rose in it. His dick betrayed him again and twitched in his pants. Now not only was he hard, but he was leaking pre-cum. He could not look up at her. He kept his eyes focused on the desk in front of him and prayed to a god he didn't believe in to take his dick and chuck it. Miss Travatore cleared her throat, touched his should and began to ask again. The touch on his shoulder made him look. "With a wink, Gretchen responded, "Yes, but since you're the slave, it doesn't matter. They're fun for me, and I am the only who matters." Yes, Miss. Now, given the threats of violence that I've been running into, I'm wondering whether I should add some martial arts training or self-defence courses to my new physical fitness regime. I didn't know that getting into a lesbian lifestyle was going to result in being threatened as I have been." I can see why you think you might need that. Leave it.