Luna eventually pulls her hands away, holding a dripping towel. I’ve been watching the whole event from a distance, and now walk up on the two of yo...u. “Looks like we’ve had a bit of an accident,” I quip. “And there’s only one way to fix it, isn’t there?” you ask. “Yep, gotta suck all that milk out. It’s the only way to stop the flow. Good thing it tastes so good!” I smile broadly.Luna looks at me curiously, then turns to you, as if asking permission. “Go on, taste it,” you say. She hesitantly. ”Perra smiled, “No worries, I won’t be stayin’ long. You look like you’re wantin’ some, alone time an’ I don’ feel like spendin’ the next few hours pickin’ berries or huntin’ herbs like ya usually have me. Though I gotta say Ikuno, I've never seen you so lovey-dovey with him before.”Ikuno gave Kal a little squeeze with the arm laying over him, “That’s because I’m his woman now.”Perra’s eyes widened, “His woman? Does this mean you two are married or somethin’?”“Yes?” the look on Kal’s face told. Now that was a train of thought. Your husband and the job. You were sneaking behind his back with this whole job hunting business, but better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission. Oscar was a traditional man, didn’t like his woman to do jobs outside cooking and cleaning. And while you’d been raised with a similar mentality, necessity called for a change. Bills had been stacking up and your husband’s job wasn’t covering them well enough. It became clear how big a problem this was when. After briefly checking the size label, you pull the shiny red satin around my body and do up the clips at the front. I shuffle to turn around when you say and feel you tug on the lacing at the back, which squeezes my whole body in a firm but comfortable grip. Further tightening of the lacing begins to constrict my waist, but not quite to the point of discomfort, while I look down at the front of the corset with the black lace of the quarter-cups tickling my erect nipples and, beneath my.