I was confused... she spoke like a lover but, acted as a rapist it made little sense to me. Though she had been right about one thing at least, my body was loving this even inch she moved that 'thing' inside my body was like sweet bliss and freeing me of the milk that she had forced my breasts to produce made things all the better. I'd never admit to liking this the thought of what was happening was appalling to me it made me sick to my stomach and that look I knew showed in my eyes. my body reacted at her hot touch as my arms continued to hold me up as I looked at what she was doing my mouth releasing a nearly silent moan I wasn't that far from a release but, I didn't know what it was back then I just knew it felt fantastic. I didn't offer her a verbal answer though I just continued to react I couldn't manage to make a coherent sentence though the movements and the joy I felt I was truely ashamed of it... and most likely always will be.