The Milk Slave
“Move your hands, girl. The master has ordered six hours of suckling a day until you begin to produce.” The rough woman who had dragged her up here gave a curt nod at the two boy and they came to lay on either side of Marie, pulling her back onto the cot and each taking a tit in his mouth. Two mouths latched onto her plump nipples and began to suckle, tugging the nipples rhythmically. It didn`t take long for the sensation in her breasts to reach further. Marie felt a twinge between her...