The twins, however, may not have been as... clever, as they thought they were. Their delighted nursing, their impulsive attention-giving, and their lack of control quickly began to register in the mind of the pale, tattooed girl. While she had no desire for dominance, she still saw an opportunity to sway things into her favor -- make the twins need her, and in a way, obey her.<br/><br/>She had a strength in her breasts, now. Supply and demand, as it were. If the twins were so helpless to her heavy globes, reduced to helplessly suckling and seeking pleasure, then Ana could show her new mistresses that they would have to work harder to dominate her -- that they could not treat her cruelly, could not pretend that she was lacking, when she had something they needed. Anathema had her milk, the cream that the twins were so greedily drinking down, that clearly made them so excited. "Yes, babies... drink from me...."<br/><br/>Her blissful whisper worked in tandem with her intense pleasure, the ecstasy from her stroked cock and deeply pumped ass being almost too much to bear. It wouldn't be long before she'd blow but she was hanging on. She had to make the twins work for it, had to see each belly filled with her breastmilk before she could satisfy the two stunningly gorgeous redheads.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>