It tasted divine. Sweet, but not sickening, and warm and nourishing. Strangest of all, the flavour seemed to subtly change as I consumed it. I sucked... on the tentacle with great enthusiasm. It wasnt til then that I realised how thirsty Id become, and this thick, sweet nectar was really hitting the spot. But the creature wasnt satisfied just feeding me, and once Id had a good drink, it started forcing its way deeper into my mouth, my throat. I felt myself choking around it, but it continued. I stepped into it and the feeling of it as it touched me all over was beyond any words that I could think of.I took off the bra and tossed it onto the chair and walked around room in panties only. And then for no good reason I got into Mom’s bed and covered up. I loved the feeling of my hand rubbing my cock with the slippery panty between. I laid on my back and rubbed my hands across it and started thinking of Charlotte in the theater. I could smell my mother’s scent in the bed and felt. Instead she saw the voice was coming from the figure on the bed next to her. The girl, a slave like her, was chained with both hands over her head. Her face was hidden by her long black hair and her body was covered by a simple blanket. Her left leg was in a brace and elevated about the bed with another blanket folded up underneath.Page wet her lips to make sure they would work."Hi, I am, I am a little better. How are you?" The doctor said I wrenched my knee pretty good, I will have trouble. "How is your sister doing?" Iris asked suddenly almost as though she had read the gist of his thoughts."Leila is doing fine – and so is little Toby," he added before she could ask.His lips tightened into a sort of grimace. "She could not stop talking about how helpful you were, and how wonderful you were with him ... so much so that my stepmother, Cindy is not just curious to meet you, she is positively eager to meet you - and Leila was just as keen to see you again!" Oh," Iris felt the colour.