Clothed people were Trey's sister Mirabelle, Trey's mother Kate Soloman and Reginald J. Soloman."Mom, Dad," Mirabelle said, "now that Trey is here I h...ave a confession to make. I am breaking a promise, but I got myself in trouble and Doctor Dalton bailed me out ten years ago. I'd still be a slave if he hadn't." What do you mean?" Kate Soloman had puffy eyes from crying. "What are you saying?" I was stupid," Mirabelle said, "I trusted my boy friend. He had me wait outside a bank while he went. She issuch a delight to feed and play with!" I'm so glad it went well." Did you have fun?" Mary said. "You look very well rested." Oh, I am. The only trouble is that I'm not so good with the breast pumpand my boobs are leaking all over the place and I pretty desperatelyneed the milk let down. How is Greg doing for milk today?" I fed her early today since I anticipated that you'd need to have afeeding when you got back. Go ahead, my things are all packed and I cango anytime." You're such a. “Are you okay?” “Yes, I'm fine. Just figuring out where I'm going to go from here.” “While you're thinking it over would you like to wait in my studio? I have the stove going and it's nice and warm.” “No thanks, I don't want to be a bother, sir.” “It's not a bother. I have a client coming and I'm not going to be able to concentrate worrying about you freezing to death out here. So, you'll be doing us both a favor if you just come in until you get things sorted out.” “Thank you sir. I'll. My hand relinquishes its defence and the hand slips easily under my skirt, swooshes over the sheen of a stocking, tarries and indulges itself on the bareness of my upper thigh. Without demand or command one leg moves to invite and encourage the attentions of any or all of the digits caressing my sensitive flesh. Cool air penetrates beneath my clothing and reveals the extent of my arousal by cooling the now copious flow of my vaginal fluids. Gentle but insistent fingers probe further to the.