My towel had sliped off of me."I just took a cold shower. What do you expect? And why were you looking down there anyway? Fag." I quikly put my towel ...back on."Dude, you were standing right here, it's quite noticeable. Not to mention your little...flaw." I lose more women that way," I've had an accedent down there, only got one. "Your lucky man. I hear the wemen you go out with. They almost all say the same thing. 'Oh he's packin'." I said leaning on the sink."Sence when are you so jealous of my. “By hand?” Margo continued.“Not entirely, the rings themselves are more easily machine-made, but as to the rest ... yes, more or less.”“Now, are they meant to be worn with undergarments, Baron Pike?” Carol asked.“That depends. Generally, Dommes wear them with something underneath, no matter how minimal it may be. Submissives ... should they be lucky enough to wear these at all, they wear them and nothing else.“Unless you decide differently, Madam Grimes.”The three chainmail dresses - in. Your nipple is suddenly peaked with an erection as the wind whisks across it. The driver and I look at each other and simply smile. We both silently agree between gentlemen that what we saw was a rare glimpse of such a gorgeous breast. We say nothing to one another just a smile. You in turn smile also, not at all alarmed by the sudden wind-swept exposure of one of your breasts. All three sets of eyes make contact as if we knew what was about to happen and allowed our natural instincts to take. I’m telling you – pure sex heaven!!!!!! And you know better than anyone how many men I had before Mark. And remember when I was an air hostess? If it was male - I fucked it! But with Mark – it’s just awesome. I can’t explain it. It’s like my life only started when I became “in-milk” – my life revolves around feeding him, I’d do anything for him (and do!). I love him more than life itself. And all because of being “in-milk”!” Amanda then asked curiously “do you always have sex after he.