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up his tux jacket. His slacks
had been closed already. I’d never gotten a look at his cock. Mobile phone to
his ear, he turned to me and winked, and I realized I still hadn’t seen his
face. He murmured instructions and then pocketed his phone.
    “Put this on.” He held out his jacket and I glanced around.
I’d forgotten my top and bra in the car.
    He helped me into his tux jacket then put on his shirt,
vest, and belt. I watched, mesmerized by his strong fingers, the aftermath of
this strange sexual encounter, and the buzz of a great orgasm.
    His hand under my elbow, he unlocked the door of the room
and escorted me out. The hallway was deserted, as I’m sure the club intended.
The people who used these rooms wanted people to watch, but under the guise of
protection.
    I wondered just how many people had seem me just then, my
pussy spread, my tits streaming milk, and a man suckling me.
    The back door opened as we got there. A bouncer stood to the
side and nodded. His eyes twinkled, but he didn’t remark on my nudity other
than my shoes, a diamond necklace, and a suit jacket.
    “Damn. I left my skirt back there.”
    “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. For now, let me get you
home.”
    “Sure. I could use a bath.”
    “I wish I could join you.” He murmured and opened the back
door of his limo, already waiting right outside the door.
    “You could.” I tried not to let that invitation matter to
me. But it did. I slid into the back and he joined me before he replied. He
didn’t sit too close, just enough my bare knee touched his clothed one.
    “I can’t tonight. But I’ll be in touch.”
    We didn’t say anything else the entire ride home. When the
car stopped at my apartment building, he slid a hand on my thigh and murmured,
“Keep the diamonds.”
    I gasped and sputtered, “I couldn’t.”
    “You will.”
    He opened the door and slid out. His hand reached in to help
me.
    I made it onto my feet though my head spun.
    He gave me a gentle kiss to my lips, and I realized he still
wore that mask.
    “Until later.”
    Returning to his car, he didn’t say another word.
    The car slid away and I stood there for a few moments
staring after it.
    My mind whirled until the breeze blew against my still wet
pussy. Blinking away the confusion, I turned and went inside. By the time I’d
run my bath, I’d managed to place the entire interlude where it belonged, in
the same category as the one-night-stand that created Chloe. I’d gotten a
wonderful present then. I supposed I’d gotten some reward for tonight as well.
    The diamond necklace winked at me from the sink top.
    I closed my eyes and sank into the hot water.
    ***
     
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Excerpts:
    Strawberry in Cream (Milk
& Board #2)
    By Elsa Silk
    (Lactation sex, lactation fetish,
masks, erotica, adult breastfeeding, breastfeeding fetish, strawberries, food
sex)
     
    The silver foil wrapped package had a red silk mask tying it
shut. My hands trembled as I picked it up off the floor outside my apartment
door and brought it inside.
    There was no doubt who it was from. I knotted the damn
strings trying to untie it. It was a shame to ruin the mask. It brought tingles
to my pussy imagining the uses for it. The lid slid off and a whiff of Devin’s
cologne made me giddy.
    The cream parchment paper of a note fluttered.
    My beautiful Cindy,
    Wear this tonight. I’ll be there at 5 p.m. with a
reputable babysitting service paid for until 11 p.m. when I will return you to
your door. The sitting service’s card is enclosed.
    --D
    I sank to the floor and fingered the sexy texture of the
yellow dress in the box. My mind whirled at the high-handedness. Devin
couldn’t’ dress me. He couldn’t decide when I’d go out. I hadn’t even seen his
face, not fully. I didn’t know him. Sure, we’d shared some incredibly amazing
petting, but he didn’t own me.
    But my body betrayed me. My pussy