MADELEINE BOULLIER<br/><br/>I turned my face to one side and rested my head on my crossed forearms and relaxed and let Mai take me away. She was very good at this. Serving... just... doing things. Slowly, patiently, skilfully, happily. I let out a soft sigh or two to let her know she was doing well and I appreciated her diligent efforts. Her small firm hands on my shoulders were so relaxing and not a little arousing, especially when she began to sweep lower down my back, into the dip of my waist and over my rump.<br/><br/>She asked me to part my legs which I happily did and her warm naughty little fingers oiled in between, into the recesses of the inside of my thighs. I unfolded my arms and put them by my side, my face turned and flat on the towel, watching her as she knelt beside me.<br/><br/><strong>"Thankyou, darling. That's good. Mmm."</strong>She more than likely wanted to touch me more intimately but I teased her by not giving her permission. She'd been told to oil me, nothing more.<br/><br/>She finished my legs and sighing happily I rolled over onto my back, delighting in the sensual feel of the hot sun and warm breeze on my chest and belly. I lay back and arched a little, teasing her and smiling.<br/><br/>Around us other couples were dozing, reading, talking quietly, making out, many of them topless or nude. That was the lovely thing about this beach: no kids. And all couples or groups, no weird guys on their own. Perhaps I could have her entertain me more...? I was feeling horny now and purred to her.<br/><br/><strong>"Now my front. <em>All</em> of it. Everywhere. Don't miss out anywhere important please Mai."</strong>I looked at her through hooded eyes, one arm thrown up to shade them, watching her work, watching the slightly fuller curve of her chest sway as she bent over, the induced lactation was coming along nicely now and had been accelerating slowly for several weeks, her full B cup or - depending on the bra manufacturer - small C, was swollen beautifully to a full C and might be nearing a D cup now. She needed more stimulation; the breast pump and mild drug dosage were doing most of the work but oral and digital stimulation helped too. I had to do that to her several times a day. Oh how I suffer for her!<br/><br/>But of course, she was so much nicer to whip now, so much more sensitive too. As she bent to get to work her little bells jingled from her nipple rings. I let my tongue peep out between my lips and ran it along my upper one.<br/><br/><strong>"Open your knees when you kneel over me Mai, I want everyone who cares to look at you to see you are pierced down below as well. And to see you are plugged. Wiggle so that bell rings too. Entertain everybody. Let them enjoy looking at your body, there's a good girl,"</strong><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Maddy_Beach_01.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Maddy_Beach_02.jpg)</div>