So sweat, so moist. It had been too long. There was no way I could give this up.So far it was just our mouths that were touching. I lifted my right ha...nd and let it gently hold her left breast. Les moaned under my mouth. I worked my thumb back and forth over the nipple - gently, slowly. She couldn't make up her mind whether to push herself into my hand or try to pull it away.As the moaning and squirming died down, I moved to her other breast and the game started again. Our kiss continued.I. “That was my intention,” replied Cera a shade testily. After all, Xena had been given to her for training. She knew what she was doing. She turned back to her violently trembling victim. “Merceeee... merceeeeeee... merceeee... merceeee...” Xena was sobbing in a continuous whining stream. “Now, slave,” said Cera, above the babbling, “when during training, I give you instructions, I WILL have them obeyed! I WILL!” Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk! The whip snaked out and cracked like a pistol-shot across Xena’s. "You call that chopping parsley!" The cute pink-cheeked little butter ball was actually doing an awesome job, but I wanted to tell her off and spank her big bottom. And that is just what I did. They all knew I was just pretending. And they were determined to have fun at my expense as well. "Now to slice up some salami for the pizza!" cried a skinny freckly redhead, grabbing my cock in one hand and a huge butcher knife in the other. "Hey!" cried Nigella, rescuing me. "This is a vegetarian. ” I often used the hall bathroom to clean baby supplies, but after a quick search I came up empty handed. “Damn it!” I muttered, a little too loudly. I looked in the hall closet by the office, and again came up empty. I swore again under my breath. I must have put the damned thing in the gym bag I gave mom. I had one hope left – that I can reach mom by phone. She could be here in 45 minutes with the breast pump. If I couldn’t reach her, well, I might have to ask Kate for another favor and have.