| Author: | Patsy Highsmith | ISBN: | 9781476462004 |
| Publisher: | Patsy Highsmith | Publication: | July 3, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Patsy Highsmith |
| ISBN: | 9781476462004 |
| Publisher: | Patsy Highsmith |
| Publication: | July 3, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Anne lives to serve. Her master only wants her to service him sexually and provide him with all the milk her bountiful breasts can produce. Spanked and tied, milked and more! Anne endures it all because she must.
EXCERPT from this story:
She walked to the study. John was reading the paper. He folded it up as she approached.
“Good morning, Anne,” her master said, standing up.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Ready to start the day?”
"Yes sir," Anne said, "I'm yours to command."
Anne unlaced her bustier, uncovering her large milk swollen breasts. Her master always nursed from her in the mornings. She never expressed milk at any other time, and her breasts had gradually become accustomed to the schedule. They hung heavy on her chest, full of nourishing milk.
John reached down and took a breast in his hand, he squeezed gently, and a drop of milk formed at the nipple. He ran his finger around a nipple, allowing the milk to drip onto it. He then put his finger in his mouth and licked it clean. "You taste good," John said. "And it's been a day. Are your breasts ready for me?"
"Yes sir, my body is always ready for you." Anne cupped her breasts in her hands, raising the milk-filled boobs so that her master could have his choice of nipple. He chose the left one first and knelt down before her. Anne give a slight shudder of anticipation as John brought his mouth to her nipple. Despite her years of service she couldn't help but feel aroused every time he nursed from her.
Anne lives to serve. Her master only wants her to service him sexually and provide him with all the milk her bountiful breasts can produce. Spanked and tied, milked and more! Anne endures it all because she must.
EXCERPT from this story:
She walked to the study. John was reading the paper. He folded it up as she approached.
“Good morning, Anne,” her master said, standing up.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Ready to start the day?”
"Yes sir," Anne said, "I'm yours to command."
Anne unlaced her bustier, uncovering her large milk swollen breasts. Her master always nursed from her in the mornings. She never expressed milk at any other time, and her breasts had gradually become accustomed to the schedule. They hung heavy on her chest, full of nourishing milk.
John reached down and took a breast in his hand, he squeezed gently, and a drop of milk formed at the nipple. He ran his finger around a nipple, allowing the milk to drip onto it. He then put his finger in his mouth and licked it clean. "You taste good," John said. "And it's been a day. Are your breasts ready for me?"
"Yes sir, my body is always ready for you." Anne cupped her breasts in her hands, raising the milk-filled boobs so that her master could have his choice of nipple. He chose the left one first and knelt down before her. Anne give a slight shudder of anticipation as John brought his mouth to her nipple. Despite her years of service she couldn't help but feel aroused every time he nursed from her.
