(No. I want the kheer made out of your milk)She blushed. “Chal hat shaitan. Mere breast me doodh nahin hai tumhe pilane ke liye. Bimal or Ketki ne s...b khatam kar diya”. (Naughty. I don’t have any milk in my breast to give you. Bimal and Ketki finished all my breast milk)I could feel the heat building up in her as we made sexy statements to each other. She was breathing heavily now.My hands strayed to her breasts and I gave her a gentle squeeze. We did not seem to be in any hurry. We made. In fact, if she wasn't so shy about sex, she would be tempted to try to seduce this ideal man, knowing that not only would I not mind, but I would be turned on to hear the details -- how he touched her, how he felt and tasted, what she was feeling, how much he turned her on, how good he made her feel. But, she just couldn't bring herself to do anything about the situation, except sit and appreciate him, and she knew that when he left, she would get really good use from her vibrator -- thinking. Or someone to snuggle up to and sleep some more. Plenty of times, we make love and then go back to sleep. It's a swell way to start the day. When we have to, we get up and settle down on the cushions for coffee and muffins, still naked, still touching and loving each other. It all feels so comfortable.Eventually we got going that weekend; Tom and Alex headed downtown to find a solution to the display problem, Mary and Will to the stables. Saul and I were still stretched on the cushions."You. ‘ONE!’ He bellowed. CRACK! ‘ONE, WHAT, SLAVE?’ ‘TWO, MISTRESS!’ Drake bellowed back. CRACK! ‘THREE, MISTRESS!’ CRACK! ‘FOUR, MISTRESS!’ CRACK! ‘FIVE, MISTRESS!’ After CRACK five Drake’s voice broke and he sounded like Riley. Raell spun him around so he now faced against the pen wall. CRACK! ‘Six, mistress!’ CRACK! ‘Seven, mistress!’ CRACK! ‘Eight, mistress!’ CRACK! ‘N-nine, m-mistress!’ CRACK! ‘T-te-ten, mis-mistress!’ Drake prayed that was the last one. His hopes rose as there was a.