letting my Husband drink my tit milk. Breastfeeding Hubby

“Jesus Christ. I’m so embarrassed, Maddie. I’m sorry you had to see that.” Maddie raised her eyebrows, shook adult her head, and made that tsk tsk tsk sound with her tongue. She knew. Mel looked around and breast stopped chewing, wondering what the hell she’d done wrong. “Go ahead and swallow, bitch. Good girl. Now, sweetheart, what’s at the end of your arms?” “Um…” she pondered, wondering what I was getting at. Then I saw her face milk change as the realization set in. “Oh, Daddy. I’m so sorry. Paws. They are paws, not hands.” “Yes they are,” I said sternly as I walked over and picked up the flogger. “Put your paws against the fence.” She rose up on her haunches and placed her paws against the fence, pressing them flat. Duke looked at me. Shit. He may not like seeing his woman get punished. “Duke, crate.” He followed orders and went inside to his crate in our bedroom. I shut the sliding door behind him so he wouldn’t venture back out. I went back to find Mel still against the fence. I whipped each of her hands/paws five times, just with lactation a medium stroke. Hands are pretty tough, so I knew it stung but didn’t do much else other than get her attention. I stopped and nodded at Mel, who subserviently lowered her head and started to crawl tits back to Duke’s bed. “Mel. Stop.” I turned to Maddie and lifted my hands up a little, palms up, shaking my head. “What did I do to deserve this? Is she being obstinate on purpose!” I turned back to see Mel on all fours, worried to death about what her latest transgression was, and what the penalty would be. I tossed my head. Leaning forward he spoke quickly to Serafima. My hand barely fit around his massive pole. Either you and I are the only two people on Earth with this weird ability, or no one yet has revealed themselves. The morgue attendant was looking forward to receiving a organ harvested young woman. Unforgettable, on many levels! We decided we would not attend Andy’s event and Debra phoned her workplace and gave her notice which means we will have more time together, we have started going out for lunch some days and David agrees provided she sticks to his milk dress code and remains nude in the house at all times, he also insists I put her weights on when we go out, Rory is now at our house permanently so she is kept busy, she no longer treats me so much like a dog but I remain naked in the house at all times and we have sex regularly, but she is resigned to being David’s sex slave to be used and abused by whoever he chooses. I could feel my AF rising but after a quick look and quick touch; Liz said, “I can feel how wet you are.” I was the man. Im her daddy. He had his hands in his lap and it looked like he was playing with himself. tits In seconds, they’d stripped her and then tied her to a chain attached to a pulley in the ceiling. “Alright, alright,” I finally managed to say with a smile as I pushed her away. The old man knew she hated him. The party was a little subdued after the incident, loyal friends changed the subject of conversation, and the music and alcohol flowed once more. “Welcome to Privilege, Amarillo Chapter,” Alice told her. There was a matching cup at my right hand on the side table next to my chair. She then proceeded to undo, or unwrap, her silk outfit. I gasped as he broke from my embrace. He wanted to kiss her but wasn't sure if he should risk allowing her to talk. Tell them they wouldn't get any at all, and they would be terrified. Reaching out I slid my hand in her shirt feeling her soft breasts as she started to shudder. He told her to crawl past her daughter and granddaughter, and if she said a single word they would rape them, and make what Donna went through seem lactation like a day at the beach. This caused her to squirm her petite body even more. "You interested in Jeff?" Little streams of his white essence fleed her wet flesh in a narrow continuous stream, flowing onto the pools edge. “Pre-ordered passes for me and my girlfriend,” he admitted, “But, she dumped me right before the con.” “Would you fuck me?” I asked the mirror in my best Buffalo Bill impression, “I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard.” I felt good. She even mentioned the "Fabio-looking" breast guy on the beach that we walked past that had a huge cock. Ravi was adult screaming with pleasure. She had let herself be made into a slut. “You are a traitor,” Murph said plainly, walking up to Bobby. Daddy watched them. He’s a bit younger than Mark, but he’s less forgiving if that’s even possible. I call him that because of the hat.”