She tasted divine. Her breast milk was ambrosia. My toes curled as an orgasm rippled through my body. I nursed and suckled. I swallowed every drop I c...ould. She was delicious. I never wanted to stop nursing from my Goddess's breast.“Do not be afraid, my little acolyte,” she purred. “A great wrong has been committed, so I shall aid you.”What wrong? But I couldn't pull my lips away from her nipple to ask.“I grant you my milk. Let your breasts produce my bounty and let it aid you on your perilous. "Anyway, we talked about old times, some of the strange and funny people we knew on campus, and yes, a little about having sex together back then. I asked him, 'why me?' When he could have had any girl on campus? He told me it wasn't just one thing. He thought my body was perfect, and so was the way I fucked, like I was so hungry for it that nothing else mattered. I was shocked. I never knew he saw me that way. When I told him I assumed I was just an afterthought, he confessed that he used to. It had to be Em. By god she was beautiful. Madame led her to the platform whereon I saw a bed had been placed, a bed with sparkling white sheets.She swayed slightly as she walked. Nerves. Madame, Francois and two other Ladies accompanied her. She sat on the bed edge and Madame had her spread her legs to afford the crowd a better view of her private places.Francois stepped forward and gently eased back Em’s puss lips so the throng could see, or imagine, the virgin skin behind.“Do you have. She chose then to stop, right in front of him, letting him watch her slide into a pair of form fitting shorts, and then she slid into something that was something of a cross between a sports bra and a tube top. Watching her put that on was the nicest thing that had happened to him since he'd been here, Gordon thought to himself."The men are just getting the shorts, but the women get the tops too." she said.It hadn't taken long to get to the wall. There were eight stations, outlined by a glowing.