“Thank you, Miss Margie.”
“So I’m going to make some changes. You most obediently let down for me. But it was not an overly abundant offering, understandable under the circumstances. That I want to change.”
Miss Margie spoons the final mass of white into Roger’s mouth.
“How do you feel about lactating for me?”
Roger hesitates in thought as Miss Margie steps away to stow the bowl.
“It felt odd, but good. Strangely soothing. My n*****s are so sensitive! The act of giving was satiating, and it never has been before. I performed for you…and it was meaningful. There was a not-before-felt feeling of fulfillment.”
As Roger’s words gush forth, Miss Margie smiles. Body deluged with estrogen, Roger overflows with new found emotion.
“Most meaningful in knowing that you pleased me?”
Roger nod
