Karia heard the loud muffled sounds of her mother's voice and her face went bright red as she wondered if her mum was talking about her...the voice had a sweetly tone to it and Juliette only seemed to talk that way to her and her sisters.  Despite how loud it seemed just now, Karia realised that her mum was referring to her movements inside her...though she was not yet aware that Juliette could hear her through the pocket sized loudspeaker that functioned in in a way very similar to that of a stethoscope.<br/>"If she's talking about me...does that mean she can feel that my body is becoming aroused...and every little movement I make?"  The girl timidly spoke, she really didn't want her mother to know about her arousal...she might start to think it was okay to keep her this size and use her in the pursuit of pleasure as if Karia wouldn't mind....or worse, if she thought Karia was enjoying herself, maybe she'd think up even worse punishments than the humiliating experiences she'd already been through.  Either way, she was starting to wonder if she was ever going to see her life again as anything other than an enhancement to her mothers sexual experiences.<br/><br/>Karia could feel her mother's arousal suddenly quicken, the thumping heart causing the soft tissue around her to strengthen it's grip on her, hardening against the shape of her body, she could hear Juliette's moan echoing around her....the sound of arousal being too much for the tiny girl  as her chest and crotch were rubbed into the hardened wall of flesh, a tiny squeal escaping her as her most sensitive lower organs had the warm milk forced inside them.  Her own tiny breathing and pulse could be heard quickening through the loudspeaker, almost insignificant in comparison to Juliette's, but still present none the less.<br/>"Oh mum, please stop....I...I, can't take it anymore!"  She screamed out, grasping her own breast firmly and now suckling it as her fingers slid down her waist and pushed themselves into her milk soaked nethers.  She was no longer in any real state of mind to control her sex drive, the need to orgasm driving her every movement...she arched back a little as her fingers slurped in and out of her wet folds, a gentle blush forming on her cheeks as she hoped to herself that her mother would never know of her intimate actions within the confines of her delicate breast tissue.