"I don't know, Steve. We ... I mean I ... uhhh ...well ..." Lois was so flustered and inexperienced in these situations,words simply would not form in... her tired brain.Steve tried to reassure her, "We don't have to do anything you don'twant to do. I just want to be with you." Seeing no change in Lois'spanicked expression, Steve should have given Lois more time and told herthat he would call her tomorrow. Instead, misinterpreting the reasonfor Lois's reluctance, he pressed on: "If you're scared. A message and another attachment.‘This may have helped!’Another smilie ended the message. My mind raced, as did my heart, as I sent the attachment on its way. I made sure not to take a drink and tapped across a few screens to my gallery to view the picture. A picture looking down on a head . . . a head covered in thick, wavy, well-coiffed, brunette hair. A head with a hairy, male hand on top that was holding it steady whilst a cock was being sucked into the mouth that lay beneath the. I grabbed him and began to squeeze and stroke. I knew this could not happen here so we left the balcony and went further into the apartment. Desperately searching for a room, we went into the hosts room and locked ourselves in his personal cramped and unkempt bathroom, I didn't care about the mess and hygiene at the time I was just horny. We were finally alone and we were going at it. I immediately dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants. His average sized erection shot right through his. Chrissie was improving and the punishments were lessening, but stillnecessary, even if to remind him of his place.As a special treat, Chrissie was again allowed a milking breast feedfrom Sally one evening. The milky mixture was being changed to reducethe dhiorectics and allow Chrissie to move away from nappies and intoknickers. Sally didn't want to be changing nappies all the time. Thatwas for a Nanny not a Mistress.On the fourth morning, Goddess entered the room and released the lock onthe.