Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

When he mentioned that all he wanted was a massage she was a little bit disappointed but she managed to hide it. She needed to relieve some of the pressure and that was not the only pressure she wished he would relieve. Molly was perhaps the only person in this house not getting any and not only was she not sleeping with anyone but she had never done so. That's right, this girl was a virgin. She was given to him at such a young age that she had not desired sex before she belonged to him and now that she did he wouldn't touch her. The two of them were very intimate, sometimes it bothered his parents. She could wash his back in the massive bathtubs, sometimes he would wish to wash hers. Sometimes after she went through an extremely stressful day he'd want to wash all of her and take some milk in the process. If others knew they would think that he just wanted to enjoy his slave but no one knew that she enjoyed it too. Despite how close they were he never wanted her for sex and she did not understand why. She had heard what some people did to their slaves, some awful things or slaves used for sex alone and while she was happy to be treated better then that she knew that he wanted sex because he was having it with so many strange woman and she thought he wanted it with her because she had seen the way he looked at her but he never asked. Was that because he thought she would refuse it? If given the choice she would never refuse him, she wanted him as much as he wanted her and even if she didn't she'd still be unable to refuse... maybe that was the reason he never asked. When he mentioned wanting her milk she smiled a little bit. Putting away the item she had been folding she walked over to him and stood before him, a heavy blush on her cheeks. It did not matter how many times they did this she never seemed to stop blushing. She removed the apron, beneath it the dress buttoned down to her stomach. Unbuttoning the dress she exposed a frilly white bra with a clip in the front of it. The bra matched the frilly white lacy panties she wore and the lacey garders that held the thigh high white stockings. If he asked she could shed the whole dress and stand before him in nothing but the panties, garders, stockings and high heels but as it was she let the dress hang on her shoulders. Blushing as she unclasped the front of the bra to release her double D breasts for his use. Usually they were just D's but in his neglect she had gone up a cupsize and was not enjoying it. W-would you like me to stand here or sit beside you? she asked him, trying to be polite and proper as she was expected to be. Or perhaps you would like to lay be down on your bed while your mouth ravages my breasts? They're neglected and swollen because you've been ignoring me to bone these woman you've met only hours before! She wanted to say that, deeply she wanted to but she could not. She would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy it when he drank from her and she would be lying if she said she didn't get the most enjoyment out of it if he had her lay back with him on top of her. As much as she wished though she could not say it, she could hope though and with as well as he knew he she could only hope that hope would be enough.