Trophy (Devilla-Roche and Greg Grey)

Even through the booze, even in the watery light, I can see the emotions pour over Milenka's face. I like to think it's pure happiness, it's pure joy, it's pure excitement. But there must be much more than that - she's been through so much, made such challenging decisions to get to here.

I don't know if I was somehow expecting something else, but I'm so happy when she says Yes.

And then - wow - she's all over me.

Her free hand on my face, her lips onto mine and then - suddenly - she's leapt her body up onto mine, legs around my hips and waist. Before I know it, we are kissing, half-drunkenly, half-submerged in the warm water of the pool.



It's her lips, it's the moment, it's the flood of her phermones washing over me. It's everything that's led up to this second: and it's fireworks. I've not had enough alcohol to dull this one bit, but just enough to allow me to throw caution away. Our first kiss - it makes my ears pop and my blood flow vividly.

"Mmmph!" I exclaim, smiling as she hoists herself up higher onto me, and drapes her arms around my head to pull us even closer. I'm tilting my head up, now, to keep our kiss - which is suddenly the most perfect kiss of my life.

I'm aware, so intently now, of the swell of her big, wet breasts pressing into my upper chest and neck through the sodden fabric of her t-shirt and bra. She is not only tall but solid, too - weighing more than I do - and with her higher out of the pool the buoyancy of the water isn't enough to easily allow me to hold her, like this.

She giggles into our kiss at my struggle, and I turn a bit and begin to back up, moving us slowly towards the side of the pool. We're moving into slightly shallower water, and soon I'm able to rest my back onto the cement coping of the pool's edge. I have her hoisted more easily, now, my hands under her round rear, wet jeans tight around it.

I hear her put the vodka bottle down, on the side of the pool, allowing her to hug me even more tightly into our embrace. She is...strong. And I know she's being gentle with me...

"Hey - can you..." I murmur, <kiss kiss kiss> "- don't you think you should call me - " <kiss suck moan kiss > " - something different than Mr. Gray, now?" (wait, is that my second question?)

She breaks our kiss, and looks down at me with a sensuous smile that both sweetens and enflames the very air in my lungs.

"And," I continue, hoisting her back up the bit she'd begun to slip, "can I call you Milly?"

(and maybe that's my third?)

In the moment, Milenka is very much responding to the physical as well as her raw emotion...she is very much like a bimbo in this respect, just willing to get lost in the moment...she does not evaluate, she does not think - she just does.....the swelling of her breasts, her own female loins are feeling very much excited by all this...the knowledge that she is to marry this man translates into the reaction (not thought) of wanting sex...to consummate this moment and the bond that now binds them together.....

~mmmmm / kiss - break~

She listens to his passive command - then kisses him again....

~mmmmm/ kiss - break~

And gives him a wild smile and touches his nose with her index finger and releases it....
"Milly? Sure, Mr. Gray call me whatever Mr. Gray likes to call Milenka."

She hoists him out of the pool and places him on the coping, next to the vodka bottle.

~PLOP~

"Ah, let Milenka guess what to call you." ~looks up and thinks for a moment~ Then she lays her soft heaving breasts onto his lap, pushing their weight on his body. "Ah, hah! Milenka know what Mr. Gray want to be called." ~smiling wide~ "Milenka call you Master or I call you Master Greg..." she says, smiling that strange smile, as if the cat has the canary trapped, "...You like I shall call you that?"

-> readers, please see edited post above. thx Ms.D <-


So, if we're still playing our game, she answers my second question with a touch to my nose. Milly it is, then, I think as I gaze up into her breathtakingly beautiful face and fiery, alluring smile. Her hair is wet, sleek down her back, and I can feel the slick, wet warmth of her soft breasts pressing on my upper chest. But before I can speak or try to pull her in to another kiss, she releases my body from the python-grip of her legs, and - standing herself now in the pool - grabs me by the hips to hoist me, without a breath of effort...

~PLOP~

...onto the edge of the pool, my seat slapping wetly on the flagstone coping. My heart is racing in passionate anticipation, and I inch my hips, in my sodden cargo shorts, forward, to the final brink of the coping. As I lean back onto my hands for support, I spread my legs just enough to allow her in...I want her close. I gaze down at her - she's standing just hip-deep in water - and as she considers my last question...

"Ah, let Milenka guess what to call you..."

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~PLOP~

...she leans in and plants her big chest between my legs.

My breath catches on inhale, as I'm suddenly surrounded by her softness. I moan, quietly, so hard; there's no way she can't feel my erection, grown painfully to near-fullness in my tight, sodden shorts, threatening to emerge from my sagging waistband. Through their thick, soggy material, though, I can't feel her warmth yet. So waterlogged, the shorts are cold.

She looks into my eyes, and her wild-cat smile tells me she's more than aware of my hardness. Otherwise, though, she first makes no sign of it, and casually continues her answer...

"Milenka call you 'Master', or I call you 'Master Greg'...You like I to call you that?"

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...and then, though, she acknowledges the obvious. She presses down into me, and slowly begins to rub her chest into my crotch. She looks expectantly up at me, with big, suddenly doe-like eyes, reading my face as I'm overcome with the pleasure of bountiful flesh and the promise of her answer.

I can only groan in reply, at first, and struggle to fight every fiber of myself that just wants to start rutting, like a dog, into her tits. My gaze drops from her eyes, which still look up at me innocent and wide, and down to her chest. Her cleavage blossoms from her neckline, the taut skin of her breasts shiny and wet, with deeper, bluish-purple veins visible even in the dim light. Her shirt is plastered wetly to her, and I can plainly see the light-blue of her push-up bra outlined below.

She undulates them over me, leisurely, slowly, without hurry.

"M-m-master..? <heh heh>" I finally reply, meeting her gaze again with my own, now-hesitant smile.

"mmmHmmm...." she humms, taking gentle care to nonchalantly massage my massive erection through my shorts with her wet, heavy breasts. She's got me completely trapped, she knows, under her full control - and she loves it.

But...'Master'? Is she...joking? No...no...I know she's not...

unnngghhh...oh my god...

I groan as she suddenly draws a deep breath, pressing into me even more firmly and causing her breasts to bubble out of her top. I can't help myself, and push my hips once into her chest.

The thought...her calling me 'Master'...I'm appalled at how exciting it is to me. I feel myself stiffening further, and know she feels it too. I, however, feel like I have to make a joke...I shouldn't be the kind of guy who wants to be called 'Master', should I?

"<heh-heh> 'Master' has a n-nice...r-ring to it," I blurt, trying to speak through my arousal, trying to sound casual, "but - owww..."

My cock, suddenly, has grown quite painful, being rubbed against my tight, sodden shorts, fully-distent and threatening to burst through.

"oww oww oww...<heh heh>...ow." I repeat, wincing, causing her to slow to a halt and look up at me in concern. "Have to...readjust..." I implore, as she backs up a fraction and I sit up a bit. "Can you...ooof...help Master?"

Milenka, or Milly as sh will be now known see the effect she has on him...how he sort of turns to mush...of course, when it comes to things such as her sexual prowess and wanting a man, she knows what she can do....but she also knows that it's her breasts, their size and her now amazing good looks....all manufactured back home, but for the man in front of her now...but his turning into jelly - that she had not even realized this would happen....the seeds of how she would eventually come to control him were now being firmly planted in her head....

Of course on the outside, she was just having a little fun with her husband-to-be....

With a slight smirk....
"Of course help Master. That why Milly here. Milly here for her Master."

Milenka can see that his cock is rock hard in his wet shorts so she slowly and playfully begins to unzip it...then with very little effort she continues to pull until ~rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppp~ and his shorts are ripped in half....she pulls them away and says...
"Sorry Master, Milly does not know own strength."

Then she shrugs with a smile and looks at him with those innocent doe eyes of hers....
"Milly make her Master, how you say, comfortable."

Now she slowly removes his underwear...
"I make sure I no rip."
....she practically teases them off and watches his cock spring into action....
"My, so big."
....and then covers her mouth....she throws his underwear onto the pool cooping and spreads his legs wide....she stares at it for a moment, wanting it, but looks back at him...

"Now Milly ask questions again."

~she thinks as she smirks with that innocent smile of hers~
"You like the way Milenka, ooh I apologize Master, do you like the way Milly turn out for you? I also ask, is Master nervous around beautiful girl like Milly?'
~again she graces him with that million-dollar smile of hers~

"Of course help Master. That why Milly here. Milly here for her Master..."

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Oh, god - does she know what that does to me, speaking like that? Is she just playing around? I'm almost embarrassed, at how big I look, as I'm so hard and harden even further through my shorts. But then, it's an enormous relief as with a litte <tut-tut> click of her tongue she unzips and:

~rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppps~ off my shorts.

I can feel my breathing slowly becoming outright panting as she giggles, commenting on her own strength, and eases me next from my briefs.

I'm flustered at my own size - and can see a little bit of shock on her face, too - as I spring up, silent but commanding, between us. As Milly looks at my cock, tumescent as a stallion, I can almost see the inner gears of the KOLECTVs programming working on her. She's entranced by it, I can see, and I almost involuntarily push my hips forward, closer to her.

But she gathers herself to that virginal smile again, and with wide-eyed innocence asks her first question:

"Do you like the way Milly turn out for you?"

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Whether intentional or not, she inches closer to me, between my legs in the pool, and draws her shoulders back to display her most impressive assets through her wet t-shirt. In that moment, with my cock out, stiff and suddenly needy of her touch, my answer is immediate and all too honest. "Did you...what? Turn out okay for me? Oh my god, yes...yes..." I pant, watching her smile slowly widen, her eyes quickly flash, "Y-your body, y-your figure...you're...you're...like a goddess..."

Her eyes flash again, and she inches closer.

"I also ask, is Master nervous around..." <she pauses, and he thinks that she's about to say 'goddess'> "...beautiful girls like Milly?"

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Oh my god.

This happens to me too much. I've got to calm down. I think back to the sessions with my therapist, over all these years. No reason to be nervous, right? Around a pretty girl? I'm smart and successful, right? I'm not still a...a child...

...right?

If I admit she makes me nervous, that she has me totally quivering, it tips the balance of power too much in her direction. That thought alone excites me, but best not to answer. I'm in charge, right?

I don't want to answer. I grab the bottle instead, sitting at my side, and quickly go for a swig. In my haste, with my jitters, it spills mostly down my chin.

<heh heh> I laugh. "W-who, m-me nervous?" I joke, and as I raise the bottle back up to take a proper drink, she reaches up to hold the butt end of it, helping guide it to my lips, insuring I get a good long gulp - and then some. She holds it there, and keeps it there, for just a bit too long, smirking playfully at me as I take now several long sucks...an image pops into my head...



I can't believe I just thought that.

I push the bottle away from my mouth. "Okay okay.." I laugh, "that's enough..." I take a moment to catch my breath after the long draught of vodka. "If I didn't know any better," I joke, "I'd think you were trying to get me drunk..."

I place bottle back down, and before I know it, her hand is on my chest, pushing me back slightly, so I rest my weight again on my hands, behind me. My cock stands still, at attention, quavering between us. Her smile is bright and wide; her chest is beginning to heave.

"...and, anyway...you have one more question, right?"

As she helps him drink his vodka, even Milenka realizes that she is assisting him, sort of the way a Mommy helps her baby...it's as if his dream is being read by her or is it just KOLECTIVs programming...can it do things such as this...he thinks or dreams and she reacts...maybe...Milenka doesn't realize this is so, but it is gradually happening....

She also knows that he is quite nervous....again she loves the power it gives her over him, the discovery being so new....

She pushes her heaving chest, with the wet T-shirt and bra still on and she now immobilizes his very hard cock....half buried, half sticking out she looks at it and then him and has that innocent coy expression....almost as if this is all so natural....then she decides to take her right hand and draw her fingers around the head of his penis....she looks down and notes how nice it feels...how warm...she can also feel its throbbing....with a small amount of movement, Milenka neatly massages Gray's penis head and the very upper portion of his shaft.....then she looks up at him with her innocent smile and thinks about her last question....

"Master okay with Milly's body is being bigger and stronger than Master's?"

As she continues to massage his cock, she hopes he ask her to do something sexual with her...his nervousness, although a weakness, has a sort of turn-on to her and she finds herself very attractive to him at this moment....

I watch with lurid anticipation as she leans her chest in, bringing my cock to nestle into the neckline of her shirt, between the upper swells of her big, wet breasts and then - oh christ - gently grasp it and begin to caress it into her soft, slippery cleavage. Thoughtfully she tends to it, each stroke bringing me more and more pleasure. She considers it, as my breathing quickens. She studies it, and finally looks back up at me to speak...

...Her question, by itself, almost makes me come.

A burst of emotions makes my breath catch. I have to pause, to control myself, to recompose. I don't want to...climax...too quickly. And - What do I say?

I pause, watching as she slows her attentions on my cock, waiting for me to answer with big, expectant eyes. "I...I can't lie...." I finally admit, even though avoiding the truth would be my natural reaction, "I've...I've always l-liked...big girls..." I watch her, now, return to slowly massaging my cock with her skilled hand and firm, wet breasts. In approval of my answer, perhaps? But rather than than leave it at that and move on, in my heightening arousal I continue, and say too much. "I've always f-fantasized about someone like you...bigger...taller...stronger..."

Her eyes sparkle with interest, glimmering like jewels in the reflected light. Her look makes my heart flutter, my loins surge stronger.

I've done this before: when I get erect, my brain goes. My IQ plummets, my will shrivels. I've always attributed it to my own outlandish size - so much blood flow redirected to my cock. But perhaps it's just the male condition, our curse in life - reduced to brutes in the presence of a pretty girl.

I watch her slide my cock out of her cleavage and begin to slowly, gently rub it with the big, outer swell of her right boob, against the wet fabric of her soaked t-shirt. So smooth, so firm. Though I marvel at my own size, it is for the first time outmatched by a woman; against her breast, it is dwarfed.

She looks up at me again. She's quiet....she looking for me to say more...

"So big...you're so big..." I all but murmur, staring at her tit, groaning as she presses my shaft into its pillowy softness. My muddled mind starts to realize I should move on to my next question, before I say too much again. The vodka is getting to me more and more, but an idea pops into my head. Yes. It's something no woman before has been able to do with me...and I'm just drunk enough, just emboldened enough to ask:

"S-show me your mouth, Milly," I say, as her eyes widen in mild shock, inspiring me even more with their interest. "Is it big enough for Master? Can you fit me inside?"

Somehow, she is pleased with his response to her question...again, she is too narrow minded to think too far ahead and certainly not on her own, but the neurons and synapses that are being turned on and signaling go to the chip inside of her head for recording...eventually this information will be picked up by satellite and sent to KOLECTV where it will be interpreted by their engineers...they will decide if any reprogramming, if any, will need to be done at this time...for now she has her bimboish sensibilities about her.....and smiles wide and licks her lips with her tongue....

She looks down and his mammoth member and guides it again to her soft boob and watches his penis head disappear into her boob-skin, into its pillowy softness and Milenka lets out quite the giggle....

"Is fun to watch head of penis do that. I think it likes Millenka, ah Milly's big breast."

Then Gray tells her how big she is and to open her mouth and he gives her her first command...now a part of her brain must comply as it was trained to do and she opens wide as she lets go of his penis....she then lowers herself in the water, enough to be at the same level with his cock...she watches him nudge forward, his folded legs open...at first hesitant, looking at his cock then at Gray, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with those quintessential "fuck me" eyes, just like the ones you see in every porn movie.....her mouth opens wide and her puffy lips seem to swell even more....her throat opens too....retooled and remanufactured for deep throat cock sucking...little does Gray know that she can deepthroat three guys at once if she had the chance....

Now she moves her head forward and his huge cock easily disappears into her mouth....still looking up she awaits further instructions as she is not sure if he wants to fuck her mouth or have her suck his cock.....

Still heady with the boldness of my last question, I watch as she crouches down in the water, lowering herself to the level of my huge, engorged member. I inch forward, towards her, and spread my legs in anticipation, with bated breath. Can she...?

Crouched, now, in the shallows of the pool, she looks up at me with the devastating gaze of a submissive, eyes wide and ready to serve, to minister comfort. And then - her swollen lips part, her mouth opens...

...and with her eyes still fixed on mine...

...it begins to slide itself over my cock. Inch one, two, three....

"oh god" I moan, quietly.

...four, five, six...so slowly...seven, eight...

"oh my...oh my god"

...nine...

...Oh god.

She's got me, all the way, in her mouth, down her throat. To my very base...no one, not one woman once, has been able to do this - and it is awesome, amazing, shocking.

"Oh, god, Milly," I gasp, as I look down into her deep, expectant eyes, determinatly locked on mine. She's paused, waiting...waiting for me to...

"Suck me, suck..." I speak, falling into my 'Master' role gradually, but still with the impatience of lust, "...suck." I watch as her eyes flash in glee and she slowly begins to move her head, and then I add, in another lust-fueled moment, "Fuck Master with your mouth..."

I can't help but sit, slack jawed, marveling at her skills. Slowly, at first, slowly in and out I slide. In and out of her throat, over her tongue and lips. She can take all of me, all of my mammoth shaft...and looks like she could take more.

As I ease into the luxury of her mouth, I briefly think on how I should probably warn her - that when I come, it may be more than she will expect. It will be explosive, forceful, prodigious. I'd been told, once, by a previous lady friend that if I ever want to give up the billionaire gig that I could have a nice future in porn, with both the size of my manhood and the eruptive abundance of its loads. I dunno - it always embarrassed me more than anything else, how big I am, how enormous my ejaculations are. It's another reason I don't masturbate much - it just plain wipes me out.

I also feel a little guilty not telling her something else. KOLECTV told me something to expect. That Milly had been modified, through both deep-seated hypnosis and neuro-biochemical alterations, to respond to my seed. Though she does not know it, my come will be like a drug, almost like mother's milk, to her. It will bring her a satisfied, almost blissful sense of pleasure and peaceful well-being. She will be deeply affected by it, and slowly come to look for it again, and again, and again. She will begin to crave it. Bringing me comfort and pleasure like this will become, at a base level, her one true purpose, and will bring her immense pride and gratification.

But - in the moment - I don't say a word. I watch. I watch my new mail-order bride start to fuck me with her mouth. Oh god - those eyes. Those Fuck Me Eyes are going to make me come. I have to close my own eyes...

I lean back on my hands and gather myself. I focus on the feel of her wet mouth, on the taut muscles of her throat, as they somehow work themselves over me. I wallow in the world of her mouth. Oh my god, this is amazing...

I think on coming weeks, months years. The days with her. The sex...the role playing. I think on how already she is first woman who may have an understanding for my...penchants and proclivities. How I've admitted to her already my fantasies of a bigger woman, a stronger woman...and how she seems eager to fill this role...

I look back down at her. She's closed her own eyes, now, and seems to be in utter bliss working my shaft with her mouth and lips and throat. I look down at her and - oh god - I realize, I recognize it, I comprehend it: I'm getting a blow-job by a superhuman. My arousal is peaking, swelling, growing. And, swimming in sea of alcohol and my own mindless lust right now - I want to hear her say it. Though I know the answer, from my fetishistic scrutinies of her KOLECTV file, I have my next question...and I want to hear her say it:

Though she's working my cock diligently, seemingly lost in her task, I ask with labored breaths: "Milly - how t-tall are you?"

The feeling of Gray's cock in her mouth, as big as it is, feels so natural....there are neurons and other hormones that are literally turned on and work in conjunction with the chip inside of her head to respond so well to his cock....she feels every square inch of his thick penis and finds immense joy out of having it and being in this position....

She bobs her head up and down and her thick lips ride the length of Gray's shaft...she was taught how to do this in one of her classes, and now she is employing all the techniques she had learned....her tongue swirling around his cock, squeezing her lips at times....just sucking his head...being able to open her throat and allowing herself to take in a man as long as 18" - all were taught in that class....clearly though Milenka was enjoying being the fuck doll and just sucking on her Master's cock...pleasuring him...making him happy....

In the midst of it, she hears Gray's voice...he asks her how tall she, again in that stuttering, nervous manner....Milenka picks up on this and makes a note to herself...she stops and withdraws her mouth from his cock, her eyes still looking up at him with those "fuck me" eyes" they almost seem bigger now....

"Milly 1.88 meters tall. Shall I continue to suck Master's cock?"

Six-two...I think....six-two...

Through my years in international business, I have a comfortable enough grasp of the metric system to immediately know the conversion, but still tend to think on these things as a yank...especially when I'm fetishizing on it while my cock's down the throat of a gorgeous, slavic Amazon.

Six-two...that's...supermodel. That's...elite athlete. That's...superhero. That's...god, so sexy...

"Six-two..." I murmur, looking down at her as she's slowly now stroking my cock's slick shaft with her hands, waiting for my go-ahead to continue with her mouth. But I want to hear her say it more, want her to -say- she's bigger than me, stronger than me. But...I can't ask, can I? That'd be...weird, right..? But, oh, god...if she did...

So, instead, I just moan earnestly, in passive approval of her attentions: "Yes...yessss...." I say, "keep going...this is...this is...fantastic" Again, I have never before been in the mouth of a woman so fully, never before been able to experience a blow-job of this magnificence before. Milly has such...skills.

I watch as she closes her eyes again and sets back to task, sliding me again into her mouth, down her throat, to continue this mind-bending face-fuck. I groan again, and watch her slowly take to tending to me once more, lavishing my cock with worshipful attentions.

Her eyes flitter open, from time to time, to look up at me. She seems pleased that I watch her, and her little coos and murmurs are thrilling and - wih her mouth full of my cock - only heighten my excitement. This feels incredible. My arousal is building, and building, and at a point I lean forward, taking the weight off my hands and placing them on her head, stroking her hair.

I look down. Her t-shirt is plastered to her, revealing the shape of her strong shoulders and the lower, dramatically tapered curve of her back and spine. "You're so strong..." I murmur, curled over her now, "so beautiful and so strong..."

This brings another hum of approval from her, and as she works, images begin to form in my head...fantasies...

...and in my drunken excitement, I can't help but say...

"Show me...I mean...show Master how strong you are, Milenka..." I whisper to her, these images coming to life in my head, "pick me up..."

Milenka hears Grays moans and his simple and straightforward guttural commands....her training requires no words....her mouth attaches itself to his cock the way a magnet is drawn to metal...you couldn't remove her firm grip on his shaft, even if you wanted to...

As she continues, he commands of her a show of strength....he wants her to pick him up....as always, she does as he says....

"Yes Master Greg, Milenka will pick husband to be up on shoulder."

With one hand, she scoops him up her hand straddling both cheeks of his ass, she hoists him up and places him on her shoulders...the maneuvering places his cock rate at mouth level and it conveniently slides right back through her swollen lips and then down her throat....with a free hand she pushes her long, thick hair back and she again looks up at him with her "fuck me" eyes...hopeful that soon she will taste his cum....

I...I can't believe I asked that...

She slides her mouth off, from around my cock...and looks up at me, smiling wantonly...she looks incredulous herself...but darkly eager to show me what she can do...

"Yes Master Greg, Milenka will pick husband to be up on shoulder."

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Suddenly I feel Milly's hand slide under me and - my breath catches -

...I can't believe she's...oh my god...doing this...

My request...my half-drunken, lust-addled appeal...I half-thought she'd ignore it, or laugh it off...I didn't...I didn't expect...

...that she'd do it this easy.

Because, before I know it, she has me hoisted in the air, with one arm, looking up at me with a wild grin. As if in a show of her own strength, she raises me high, lifting me up over her own head, and holds me there for a long moment, her eyes flashing passionately. Soon, though, she brings her other hand in, then, to position me, and I automatically raise my legs to assist, as she lowers them to settle onto her shoulders, around her neck...

...And then I'm in her again, my cock sliding easily through her lips, down into her throat.

Both hands behind me, now, cupping my bottom, she face-fucks me once more. Her head bobs up and down, her grip pumps me in and out. My god, this is...unbelievable. I'm being held, effortlessly, by my Amazonic wife-to-be, like a toy. As she takes several backwards steps, moving us out slowly into the pool, her 'Fuck Me' gaze drills up into my own, and soon I'm feeling...oh god...it starting to build....I feel it...it's approaching...her mouth is amazing...it's starting to come...my legs go rigid...it's coming...


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In and out, in and out, in and out she pumps me...she's feeling my climax approach, feeling my body tensing above her...

"oh god, oh god, oh god..." I moan, "Milly....Milly...I'm...I'm going...I'm going to...come..."

I say that, partially, as a warning, giving her the chance to...draw back. But, I hope against hope that...oh god, yes...she does...she continues, excited herself. Her wide eyes plead up into mine: "come". It's going to be in her mouth. Faster and faster now she works, faster. She watches my eyes clamp shut, my mouth gape further. Faster and faster, until....




nnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHRRRRRRRrrrrr!!!!

I open my eyes, and see her watching me, her eyes sparkling and accomplished and alive.

unnnhhh...unnnhh...unnnhhh.... I grunt, pumping my hips now forcefully into her face, our gazes locked. I come and I come and I come, erupting with violence into her mouth, heaving huge shots, load after load, into her throat.

It is like a mighty fist gripping me, squeezing me, crushing me. Such are the intensities of my "little deaths". And this...with her...in her mouth...

...it is the mightiest yet.

The intensity of her gaze, suddenly, is too much. Her eyes watching my face contort, seeing the fervor of my orgasm - it shakes me. I close my own eyes, riding out my climax.

I groan, and grunt, and plead..."yes...yes...yes..oh god, yes..." I moan, amazed that she still has me, amazed that I haven't choked her with seed. I hear her approving mews and whines, as I flow and pulse and throb...she takes me all in, with ease, with satisfaction, with joy...

...but slowly, eventually, I begin to wane. My throbs become less frequent, my bucking subsides. "Oh, god, Milly," I say, as my voice returns, "that...that was incredible..."

In her own thoughts....
Somehow, Milenka like doing this for him...Milenka like calling him Master...he is, what they call in America, ah, a little bit weird. But, Milenka somehow like....ooh, his moans make Milenka moan too....

Then I watch my Master as body stiffens, look in face, and that cock - so big, throb in my mouth, such veins. As American girls say, wow!

I look up at him, Milenka knows Master likes that....I give firm grip, suck hard, suck fast....don't want to lose cock in mouth then I hear shouts and big throbbing and then....

Ummmmmm.....oooooooohhhhhh......ahhhhhhhhhhh......

Master's come is warm....Master's come is plentiful...Master's come fills mouth....Master's come is salty, but good...


Milenka gets a fantastic taste of Gray's come, and then after a moment, swallows all of his semen in one big gulp....she seems quite satisfied as if she has done quite the good deed for her Master....she watches him wilt in her arms like a flower, his gratitude for her noted in his words and the look on his face....she gingerly places him in the water and then pushes back, doing the backstroke and looking up at the stars....she abstains from more vodka, not because she doesn't want any, but because she is enjoying the aftertaste of his come....

With perfect form (even with her tight pants) she comes around and back to him.....

With her effervescent smile she says...
"Master come on top of Milenka's body. I take you for ride around pool."

After my enormous, enormous climax, I - yes, that's a good word - wilt. Like a flower. A very masculine, very manly...flower. I all but collapse on her shoulders, curling myself down around her, holding onto her head for support. I wait, as my wits return, with bated breath while she sucks me dry, pulling from my cock every bit of juice, humming and cooing in satisfaction as she nurses it for a long while after. She's enjoying herself, immensely - possessed with pleasure, fulfilling her deep purpose.

Eventually, though, she slides me out, and my spent manhood drops wetly, heavily, down between us. Still she holds me, easily, with two hands under my rear. She looks up at me, looking tipsy from the drink but absolutely drunk on me. Her smile is wide, both wild and blissful. I know her post-hypnotic programming is cycling in, bringing her feelings she's never had before. When our eyes meet, the moment is intense: warm, open, intimate - and weird.

Oh my god, I think, I just got a blowjob by a woman hoisting me in the air like a doll.

As if thinking the same thing, she giggles, and takes to lowering me back down into the water. I stand, wobbly, on my own two feet, up to my mid-abdomen in the warm amnios of the pool. As I start to wrap my vodka-addled mind around what just happened, she unexpectadly pushes off, smoothly, into a backstroke.

I watch her glide effortlessly - even in her jeans, her clinging shirt - through the water. I watch her gaze up at the stars as she swims; she seems, for the moment, transported, blissed-out and carried away. It brings me a smile.

I have another thought, as I watch: She swallowed it all, I think, And I come a lot.

That brings me to look down at myself. I feel a little foolish: pants-less, with my collard shirt soaked, sticking to me. Abruptly I peel it off, and toss it to the poolside.

She comes back around, finally, to me, and stands with me in the shallows. She wrings her, long wet hair between her hands and I look up, slightly, into her eyes.

With her fully clothed, and me now totally naked, I feel...funny. It's a weird balance. I feel oddly powerless. So when she offers me a ride around the pool, I first respond with a laugh that sounds too nervous:

"Are you serious?"

As her crooked, mischievous smile is my answer, I counter with:

"Uh, can I go get my swimsuit?"

At which she again only smiles, and then shakes her head naughtily.

My own smile goes crooked. "How 'bout I just grab my shorts, from over there, toss them on?"

She shakes her head again, giggling.

"My underwear?"

She glares at me in mock anger.

"Okay okay!" I laugh, "a ride it is..."

With that she opens her arms up, wide, to me, and begins to drift backward, urging me to follow. As she begins her stroke, I take her by the hip and pull myself in, up, clumsily mounting up onto her as she begins to swim with us both, slowly, down the pool. It's awkward at first, my face nearly planted in her sodden bosom, and she smiles with amusement down at me in my discomfit. I smile bashfully back up at her.

"I think I'll, uh...spin over..."

She helps me, then, turn onto my back, laying on her, and suddenly things are less...in my face. Rather than a face-full of boob, her chest serves now as a nice, wet pillow for my head. I relax back, best I can, into her.

She tools me around, for a bit, kicking her feet and paddling with one hand as I hold her hips for support, her other arm lightly across me to keep me close. In part I feel like a child, held close to the strong body of a swim instructor, being first introduced to the water.

Eventually we come to sit, on a little built-in seat, carved into the cement of the deep end. Or rather, she is seated, reclined back, and I lay still atop her.

We have not been speaking, much. I have been aware of her, rather, behind me, swimming not only in the warmth of the pool but also in the warmth of her new, building affections for me. I can sense her protective feelings - her almost maternal urges to serve, care for, and keep me - growing, building, blossoming, as she holds me close. Just an early whisper, but if I weren't drunk, it might feel a bit...overwhelming.

But no - it feels nice.

That, and her boobs. Oh my god her boobs feel great.

And so for a bit we don't speak - bathing, rather, in the moment. We start to chat, however, sitting there, me leaning back into her, looking up at stars. I had noticed her peering skyward before, and I give her a little astronomy lesson, pointing out a few constellations. She, in turn, teaches me some Russian. Луна, Звезды, Небо : Moon, Stars, Sky.

She's taken to rubbing my bare chest soothingly. We gaze at the heavens, and our conversation wanes again, pleasantly. She starts to hum a and sing a little Kazakh folk song, like a lullaby. Between it, the vodka, the warmth of the water and the soft comfort of her embracing body, I feel like I'm in the heavens myself. Under a blanket of stars.

...I fall asleep.

Milenka watches as Gray falls asleep….it’s been quite the day for both of them…with her unyielding strength and her mothering ways about her, she not only carries him to his bedroom, Milenka also puts on his underwear, his pajama top and bottom and then tucks him neatly into bed…she debates sharing his bed without asking him first…she knows that the ring takes on a different meaning in their relationship; that she should be able to share with her husband-to-be, yet she somehow feels that she should let him be and she makes her way to the room that he has picked out for her….

Milenka unpacks and takes a shower and prepares for bed…she wears a nice little pink teddy with a pink bra and pink underwear…she pulls down the blanket and goes to sleep….

The next day Milenka wakes up bright and early, specifically at 6:16 in the morning….she is unfazed by all the vodka as she is a woman who can hold her own against any man…she was like this even before all the changes to her body, but it seemed even more so that the alcohol, no matter what the quantity was just not going to make her drunk – not in the least bit…so when she got out of bed, it was no surprise that she was not hungover…rather, Milenka found herself to be her usual cheery, bright, and bimbo-like self….Milenka was certainly ready to take on the day….

Knowing that her new life was filled with pleasing her husband-to-be Milenka didn’t mind being called Milly, nor did she mind calling Gray ‘Master Greg’ or ‘Master’….she knew what her role was, she knew that she was here to serve him in every way a woman can do so…now that it was morning, she knew that serving him breakfast in bed was in order….

A rather chilly morning for this part of California, Milenka decided to wear her long, white-ribbed sweater, she put on some pink panties, and her low cut pink satin bra (the one that really shows a lot of cleavage) and a pair of her black leather boots, the ones that come up to her knees and are topped off with the same fur as her hat…she was very fond of her massive cleavage, so she thought offering it as a pleasing snack for Gray’s eyes….Milenka wanted him to see her legs…she was becoming very proud of her body, even though it was partly manufactured, but she also knew how much exercise she had put into making her body what it is today….she lifted the weights, she helped to sculpt her body mass, she was, in effect, proud of her body, from her biceps, to her glutes, to her quadriceps, to her calves…not having any pants on, she counter acted any coldness by wearing her fur hat made from gray fox fur…

So into the kitchen she went, getting herself familiar with everything, this would be the equivalent of her office….she would be the submissive homemaker and please him….even a young lady from Kazakhstan knew that the way to a man’s heart was to his stomach…once she had herself settled she placed an apron around herself and started cooking….

In her own thoughts…
“Milenka taught to make American breakfast. I make American pancakes with American eggs and American bacon. I make toast with butter for Master and serve with strawberries to his room. He will like this, no? Of course he do. He like that a lot. I know. I sure that he would like breakfast from Milenka. I know he will. He must.”
So Milenka goes to work making the perfect breakfast…she makes plenty of everything and then takes off the apron and makes her way to his bedroom…

Knocks on door, but enters anyway….then speaks loudly with a cheerful smile on her face….she stands up straight and makes sure he sees her cleavage as much as he see her breakfast...

“Rise and shine as Americans always say. Is time for good American breakfast for Master Greg. I make eggs, pancakes, bacon, toast, even strawberry. Milenka. Oops. I mean Milly has coffee and some juice for Master.

Woof. Bleh. Ughh.

I feel lousy...

I'm sweaty. My head hurts....I'm in bed, at least. She must have gotten me here, last night. What time is it? 3:30am...

Laden with the booze-sweats, I take of my shirt and throw it to the foot of the bed.

Ugh. Sleep.

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Too few hours later, a chipper voice:

"Rise and shine, as Americans always say..!"

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I hear, rousing me from a fitful sleep. Uggh...really?

"Is time for good American breakfast for Master Greg. I make eggs, pancakes, bacon, toast, even strawberry. Milenka - Oops, I mean Milly - has coffee and some juice for Master..."

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I slowly sit up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and look to where she stands in the doorway with a heaping tray of food. I barely register the "Master" thing because...Wow...

...She looks great. She's looking fresh, rested...downright perky. And...yikes. With shoulders set just so, her impressive chest is on awesome display in a zip-up white sweater, right above the breakfast tray, as she makes her way into the room.

"Breakfast, wow..." I say, trying to sound cheerful and appreciative despite the stab of a vodka headache and a queasy stomach, setting my pillow behind me and leaning back against the bed, "You didn't need to..."

As she approaches she sets the tray down on the bed, down near my hips. The smell is...really breakfasty, and my stomach turns a bit as its warm vapors make themselves my way. She, however, recommands my attention as she sits down, next to me, on the bed. I scootch over, a bit, to give her room, sneaking a peek at her nearly bare, womanly hips.

"It really...smells...great..." I say, looking down at the impressive spread, "but, uh...can we save it for later?" I'm really not a breakfast kinda guy, anyway...especially not today. I have no appetite; my stomach is squeamish with hangover. But I don't want to hurt her feelings...she's obviously put in effort. "Maybe for...brunch? After another couple hours of sleep? I'll...take the coffee, maybe...and some aspirin? I do have such a headache..."

Milenka, by Gray's response realizes that he really has had quite the reaction to the vodka...she in turn responds as the ever-caring wife-to-be...in her motherly way she reacts....

"Oh! Poor thing you are. I did not know. Milly thought breakfast would be good for her future husband. Как я мог быть настолько глуп!"

She places her arm around his head and pushes it against the inside of her shoulder and pets his head...
"Milly make Master Gray all better. I promise."

She gently places her lips on his head and kisses him....Gray can, from his vantage point, view the deep canyon that is Milenka's cleavage....she keeps this up for a spell rocking back and forth and then remembers, that, he is in need of aspirin for his hangover....

In a forgetful bimbo way about her, she recoils back in a sort of panic...
"Ooh, Master your headache! Milly knows of old Kazakh receipe to cure hangover. I make for you and take no for answer."

Off she goes, her boobs jiggle as she springs off the bed and goes down to the kitchen...a spice here, some milk there, tomato juice, pickle juice, salt, olive oil, more spices then mixes it up in a blender and returns....again with a jiggle of her tits.....

Milenka continues to mother him by holding his head and back up, pushing him slightly forward....
"Open wide, Master."

She places the glass on his lips and tilts it...the concoction runs into his mouth and she makes sure he drinks every last drop....
"That's it. Master drinks. Make Master feel all better very soon, you see."

She places the tray of food off to the side....then takes her place on the bed with him.....she returns him to the same position and pets his head again.....this time she sings a Kazakh lullaby aloud and her voice is low and rather sweet, enough to make Gray feel comforted....

When I tell her of my hangover - and she registers my ashen glaze - her smile curls in amusement. While she looks bright as day after a night where we polished off (I think) almost two bottles of vodka, I feel cruddy. And, what's worse - she seems to be making fun of me for it!

"Oh! Poor thing you are" she coos, in false self-deprecation, facing me with her impressive torso, "I did not know. Milly thought breakfast would be good for her future husband. <In Russian In Russian In Russian>."

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"And you feel-<whuh...?!>" I speak, as she suddenly pulls my head to her shoulder, "...you're f-f-fine, this morning, I guess?" Nudgingly, she begins to pat my head.

"Milly make Master Gray all better. I promise," she tuts, like a mother hen, the maddening humor still palpable in her tone.

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"I, uh..." Words begin to fail me as she has me suddenly staring down her top, to mollify me. Totally a calculated move, and it works.

But man: what a chest, I can't help but marvel, as without protest I allow her to start rocking me, back and forth, soothingly. I take the moment to stare, and stare, and stare. If she's going to tease me like this, ridicule the hungover schlub, I might as well take advantage of the view.

But soon, she is up, off the bed again, with promises of some old-timey Kazakh hangover cure. She heads out of the room, and towards the kitchen. The whole interlude totally woke me too quickly, and left me here to come to terms with all the after-effects of the booze.

First is this boner. Totally a night-after stiffy, pretty typical for me after a bout with the bottle. Now, though, it's hard and throbbing from Milly's joking little hug - which affected me more than I want to admit.

So, when I peel myself out of bed - leaving the tray of food where it is - to go to the bathroom, I have to wait - quite a bit - to pee. Let the mast fall, as they say. I also take off my underwear - she must have put me in them right after pool, I think as I flush at the indignity. They feel funny under my pajamas...I'm a creature of habit, and usually don't wear them to sleep. Anyway, I finally take a long drink of water in the name of rehydration and swallow a couple ibuprofen: this is my normal hangover routine, followed by a couple hours more of sleep. This morning, though, I think will be different...

I shamble back to bed, now just in my thin cotton pajama bottoms. Soon enough she comes back, with a small glass of...stuff. Her sweater is zipped up, now, nearly to her neck, and though showing less cleavage leaves no doubt as to the mass of her chest.

"W-what is that?" I laugh, warily eyeing the juice-glass full of...I guess it's...green? Pinkish? With other...stuff. She obviously intends for me to drink it. "No...it's okay..." I assert, as she stands bedside, leaning over me as I sit up straighter, "I...I took some aspirin...they'll start to work soon..."

She is insistent, though - and pretty girls tend to get their way. Her hand is suddenly on the back of my head, and with a watchful eye down her nose at me, she tilts the dubious concoction down my throat.

-yick-

I wince as little as possible as I swallow the thing. It's sweet and salty and...pickly?...all at the same time. Disgusting, but hey - I'm a good sport.

"Make Master feel all better very soon, you see..."

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I finish swallowing, and look up at her, as she places the glass down on the night-table and begins to slide out of her boots so she can take a seat beside me.

"Still on that Master thing, huh?" I joke, as settles on the bed, curling her legs up onto the mattress to sit, very close. More sober, now, the 'Master' term is...something to think about...

"mmHmm..." she clucks, and draws my head back to her shoulder. Again, I'm staring down at her chest, the huge round shape of her big right tit, stretching the ribbed fabric of her tight sweater.

Again, totally a calculated move. But again, it works. Any protest I might have is stifled. I ponder, though, the word...Master. Master...I...I like what it does...I like the sound...

She's begun to sing a little song to me, again...like last night...soothing. A low little lullaby. I stare down at her huge breast, feeling myself hardening again as I drink in her pheromones, the early morning warmth of her body. The moment is becoming intimate, again, in the day's first light, and every breath I take of her seems to bring us closer.

I'm becoming aroused, for sure, and can sense already that she would be more than open to satisfying me again...I can still feel, still vividly remember, her mouth around me, swallowing me. But...the gentleman in me doesn't want to be too forward. I want to keep the mood light, at least for now...but, man, look at those tits...

She can't, of course, see me gawking. My eyes are out of her line of sight; she's petting my head, singing to me. I can stare unfettered. But even so - I'm aghast at myself, I must still be drunk - I find myself asking, as I stare unabashed:

"So, Milly...I think I have one more question left, from our game last night," I say, during a lull in her song. I feel myself flush already as I ask: "W-what cup size are you?"

Still holding him tight against her she listens to his question and does think this is a strange question....then she remembers that during training she was told that American men are quite obsessed with a woman's breasts and quite frankly she was proud of her manufactured ones so she answers him, rather than make him embarrassed....

"Is 89DD Oh, that Russian size. Let Milenka think. I believe back at lab they say American size is 35DD."

Then she turns to the breakfast tray and asks in a very motherly tone as if Gray were, well quite frankly, like a child...

"You forget about boobies. You must eat. Get strength back. Hangover feel better, no? Let Milenka feed you."

She pulls away from him and grabs the tray full of breakfast....she then grabs the linen napkin and fits around Gray 's naked and hairy chest....she momentarily runs her fingertips along his chest and stomach, smiles, then gives him a peck on his forehead...she proceeds to grab a half buttered toast.....

Milenka holds the toast to his mouth and even with her broken accent she manages to have such a motherly tone with him...

"Open wide and take bite."

She tells me her bra size, and (to my chagrined disappointment) immediately dismisses the topic...

"You forget about boobies. You must eat..."

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But...I can't. Forget about boobs, that is. Something strikes me as wrong. 35DD? I mean, that's big, sure....but...

As she fiddles with the breakfast and begins to bring food to my mouth, I look again quick at her large breast...



...uh...

"<heh heh>T-t-thirty five double-d, huh?" I stammer, trying to ignore the piece of toast near my mouth, "I...I <heh heh> thought they'd told me something different..."

Milenka listens to what he has told her as he nervously attempts to correct her...

With her hand on his bare chest and her other hand with the toast, she decides to take a bite and does so in what can only be perceived as sexy, from her mouth opening to biting to craning her neck back, to get her long, dark hair out of her face...

Like the clueless bimbo that she can be....
"Ah, Master did I say 35DD, I am forgetful I guess. Master is so right. I had last treatment from that awful Belshka. Make me 91FF. Is 36 I believe in America. Yes 36FF I think."

She pushes out her chest....
"You like them. You like their big size?"

She pushes out her chest...

"...You like them? You like their big size?"

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I'm becoming more speechless by the moment. Feeling helpless to do anything else, I stare. I realize - she's just trying to get me to eat my breakfast, and learning she can use my boob-complex, my fixation for large breasts, to do it. And I got myself into this, I know: I started this, asking her cup size - but she's jumped on it. She's seeing what she can do...

36FF...36FF...I repeat to myself...."36 double-F..." <wait, did I just whisper that?>

She begins to rub my chest, lazily, patiently waiting for me, watching me as I struggle to answer.

"36FF...? T-that is b-big," I finally respond, "And...y-yes. I..do. I like their...size. You're..." I stutter, starting to remember what I told her last night, "you're like my...my dream-girl..."

She giggles, at the flattery, but says nothing - and waits for me to continue.

"But...y'know...y-you look even bigger than a, uh, double-F," I say, digging myself an even deeper hole, "I...I mean....not that I'd, uh...really kn-know, of course...but..."

My words fail again as she presses one breast out even further towards me, to fully call attention to its size....


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Her hand on my chest has pushed down my sheets to leisurely make its way down lower, and now rubs slow, idle circles on my bare belly. Her other hand begins to present the toast - now with one little bite out of it.

"...b-but y-you sh-should, y'know...get, uh, measured again, h-here in the s-states...m-make sure y-you're..."

<urk...>

Deliberately, by fractions, she's slowly moving her big breast towards my face. She's giggling, still, amused in bits, and responds with an indulgent little hum of "mmHmmm..."

My cock, still below the sheets and sheathed in my thin cotton pajama pants, is rock-hard and hovering up off my belly. I can feel it twitching, nearly vibrating, acutely aware of and aching for her hand, which delights my belly still - only inches away - with its delicate touch and tranquil caresses.

I look at the toast, and slowly open my mouth...

Gray accepts the toast and then Milenka takes a bite....she continues to rub, getting lower and lower until she pushes on his pajama bottom....she gives him another bite and Gray takes it but seems catatonic as he slowly chews then swallows....the toast is finished and without a word Milenka sees his slow hardening cock as it lifts up the soft fabric of his pajamas and his underwear...

Gray talks about her needing to get measured and she gives him a flat...
"Yes, Master. I do whatever you say. I get measured again."
...but her words are almost robotic and she has casually pulled down on his bottoms to his mid-thigh....as she pulls he lifts his body, and like last night, his long, thick cock springs to life....she wraps her hand around his head first, just like last night and again enjoys its warmth, its thickness, its heft....

Not prompted at all, her eyes still focused like lasers on his Johnson, she says lovingly....
"So beautiful."

Her hand begins to ride up and down his shaft ever so slowly from the head to his pubic-filled based to his scrotum...Milenka rotates it slightly as she goes up and down and hears the low moans of Gray as they emit from his mouth.....she looks over at him with a smile then purses her lips to make a kiss as she strokes him again and again....

In her own thoughts...
"Look what it does to Master. Make him like Americans say, like jelly. ~giggles inside of her mind~ He look happy and Milenka love to make Master happy."

I take the little bite of toast, and she coos in pleasure...another bite, another, and soon it's finished. She's pleased, so pleased - and I'm hoping that she...oh god, yes... With both hands free, now, she's lowering my pants, pulling away the sheets. My heart starts to quicken, and I gasp when she lays hand on my turgid shaft.

She gives it first a tentative squeeze, and then slowly begins to stroke. From its base and with a firm hand, her ministrations are intuitively natural, perfect. I groan in contentment and watch her for a moment, tending to my erection, her morning task.

I look up at her, she down at me with a satisfied smile. She kisses the air between us which - oh christ - sends me shivers.


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Oh lord.

"d-do that again..." I say...

...which brings her another smile. She puckers again - mwah, mwah, mwah! - indulgently rewarding me with more air-kisses, and a girlish giggle. I'm lost in luxury, and start to close my eyes...

"tsk tsk tsk..." I hear, and feel her hand slow to a stop on my cock. When I open again, she has a forkful of pancake for me, sodden with syrup. She looks down, with put-on sternness and half a smile, and waits for me to open my mouth.

"Oh - <heh heh> " I laugh, looking at the morsel of food, "th-thanks...I am feeling a little better..." I look back up at her; one manicured eyebrow is purposefully arched. "...I could probably feed myself..."