“You would deprive our foal of her meals?” I giggled as she nibbled on my hard nipple.“Not deprive,” she huffed, tossing her neck and mane. �...But I know our foal would be more than happy to share your milk with her dam. My dam always drank from my mother's breast milk.”“Mmm, I'll make sure you get your milk,” I purred. “So long as our foal is well-fed, I'll nurse you.”“You are the best mate,” neighed Willoweyes.“I'm the only mate you've ever known,” I giggled. “Unless there have been other human. I didnt mind and kept paying attention to what I was doing. I was not sure if he was staring at me and whatever, if he was, I am very used to it. So I picked all the fruits I wanted and pushed the cart through the mart. I was in the crystals section and by the reflection in the glasses I saw the same men on my back. He was trying to be discreet, he was with his back turned to me but he kept peeping by looking back over his shoulder. I pretended I didnt notice. I was inside a mart, there were. ” It didn’t make any sense, but she tried to say something that would make some kind of impression on the big black man who stood watching her, his hands now on his narrow hips as he listened to her pathetic story. Absurdly, she noted that he was very well dressed. Perhaps he was someone very well known, she thought ... like that movie star she had seen in a movie once ... certainly he was no product of a slum, this man ... he could be reasoned with.“Fine...” he said, “We’ll just wait for that. " Yes what?"Yes Master." He was into speech restriction, eye contact restriction, everything I did naturally. I was an 'easy' submissive, save for one thing: my weight. I saw his ads for a petite submissive. It drove me nuts. I starved myself just for him. I ended up gaining the weight back. I had asked him for help and it was the same-old, same-old: don't eat processed food, don't drink soda and fruit drinks, don't eat carbs. I'm a college student, the fruits and veggies don't come cheap! I.