I cannot recall the exact moment it happened, but I was now so turned on sex was all I could think about. I lay atop the covers, the cool evening air ...ickling my skin and cooling my hot body. A shiver ran down my spine as one of my hands slithered down my body. This time I did not bother to tease. I slid two fingers into my wet slit and began jerking them about. Soft moans flowed past my lips as my eyes fluttered shut. It was a great feeling to be able to pleasure myself without constant fear. "It looks good on you; you'll wear this for the rest of the honeymoon. I want people to know that you're mine."I hoped that I wasn't being too melodramatic, there was a fine line to be drawn and I wasn't very experienced at this. I needn't have worried, Serena looked up at me adoringly and moaned. I could almost feel the heat of her desire."Yes, Master."The cuffs were fastened about her wrists and ankles and I set about spread-eagling her on the bed. Her wedding rings glinted in the light from. She had fed three k**s with these in her younger days and this past milking had left her with a fine, if sagging, set of udders. Her areolas were some two inches across, a dark reddish brown in colour with a sort of pimpled texture and her teats were the width of my little finger. They had softened slightly since my initial pulling at them but they stiffened again as I milked each one between thumb and forefinger. Evidently the d**g robbed her of consciousness but left her u*********s reflexes. I hurt in a lot of places, but I didn’t care as long as Paul was holding me. I was on the inside of the couch, and Paul was on the outside, almost on top of me, like he was protecting me. He held me and rocked me, told me I was a good girl, and as I was falling asleep, I told him that I loved him. I woke up slowly, I’m not sure how much later. We were still in the same position, but Paul’s hand had moved; his hand was between my legs, outside of my panties, and he was stroking back and.