Karia could feel every movement her mum made as she moved about....the occasional jiggle knocking her against the squelching pores behind her as they coated her body in the thick sticky sweetness of her milk...her long black hair no longer shiny like it once was as the milk seeped into it and down her front all across her own breasts and forming a large warm puddle around her legs and crotch.  Then all of a sudden, the dim pink illumination around her went dark as her mother's clothes went on making everything press against her skin forcing her tiny body to be rubbed between the nipple in front of her and the pores behind her.  She now only had the four senses of touch, hearing, scent and taste to go by...her vision completely darkened by Juliette's clothing as she felt everything suddenly squeeze tight around her, threatening to suffocate the girl if she didn't use her telekinesis to create a small air pocket around her face....the fluids now pouring over her shrunken face, forcing her to swallow some of it as she tried to breathe...she could feel the extra warmth of her mother's hand as it continued to squeeze the breast tissue around her for a bit before she was released from the tightly cramped embrace, relieved to be in the slightly lesser tightness as her mums hand moved away, leaving only the pressure of the clothes around the chest to hold Karia in place.  By now, she had stopped crying and had finally noticed the taste of the milk that she'd been forced to swallow, blushing slightly as she actually quite liked the taste and slowly moved her hand up to her lips and begun to suckle some of it off her fingers...at least she wouldn't go thirsty, and breast milk had plenty of nutrients within it.  The scent around her was a comforting one, it reminded her of her mother's gentle loving side and how she used to sleep with her head resting on Juliette's chest when she was much younger.  In all honesty this wasn't the worst place she could be in, though the warm sticky confinement was what made this unpleasant, though worse than that was the humiliation that she was trapped in her mum's tit, listening to the vibrant pounding of her heart and the steady rythm of her lungs as the air filled them and was expelled.  It felt almost relaxing...if you overlooked the position she was in and the uncomfortable sensation of the fluids that were erotically trailing over her body.  She didn't too much like the fact that her mums breast milk trickling over her chest was making her own nipples feel perky in response and lay there quietly for a while trying to think non-sexy thoughts about her own mum.<br/><br/>Natasha entered the room, closed the door and sat down opposite her mother.<br/>"Well, you see...it's not me personally, but I encountered an AI program going by the name of Johnston when I stumbled upon one of Davis's files that he'd left out in the open.  It looked like a letter addressed to you, but I'm not sure if he was ever going to send it.  Anyway, I'm going off topic of what I wish to discuss.  This AI seems to think you're worried that it and Davis might be proving too much of a challenge to my intellect and that you were planning on getting rid of them.  I don't personally have any attachment to either of them, but I just wanted to let you know that they are no challenge to someone of my intellectual standards.  I welcome any challenge into my line of work, though I won't stand against you if you are planning to get rid of them.  You are my mother after all and I serve you with complete obedience...though if you are planning to get rid of them, be careful...not everyone is completely obedient and you'd need to make sure he did something wrong in order to justify a relevant punishment."  Natasha explained, smiling softly to Juliette in that same pleasant way she always did when talking with her mother.