The cane was bending when it cut me and the tip was hitting me causing bruising in this area.I felt his hands removing the restraints from my back and... then my legs. Then he was in front of me and as he bent down I could see his face. For the first time since my caning started I could see his face. Somehow I couldn’t place this face with the pain that I just received. He had to physically help me up and then holding my arm he walked me around. He was saying something about the muscles needing to. I have enrolled in the evening class "Learning Malan" that is run by Mother Narech at the high school. That course is aimed at adult humans who need to be able to understand the basics of the language and speak it to some degree. You have to learn it to be your first language, with English as secondary. The problem you have is you were never given the chance to immerse yourself in the language, so it is more difficult for you to learn it now.Feel free to invite your Malan friends over here, to. I can almost feel the cum pulsing within them through their softly haired skin, I open wide and swallow them whole.I will suck them dry. I will suck them as his cock twitches helplessly, trapped between my fingers. I will suck them until their very flesh dissolves into my mouth and balls, saliva, tongue, cum, hair and mouth become one. I will suck them until he has nothing left to give. And as I suck, as I tend to his sweet, tender love eggs, I reach into the pocket of my jacket.I find it, pull. It was normal andnot a problem, but I was supposed to report it. That morning at breakfast Itold Mrs. Wheeler. "Lactating? Already? My goodness. Welcome to the world ofmammals, honey." She took me to the doctor. He examined my new 'boobies' witha surprisingly cold hand. I yelped when he pressed them too hard. He wasnice, though. "You'll be fine, Miss Barndt. This occurs in almost a quarterof all changees. It lasts a week or two. Just be sure to follow Mrs.Wheeler's advice. Girls who have.