"She would be in the house," Jules answers her.  Regretting that he didn't have more alone time with these girls, but best not to make their mistresses wait.  Wincing at the sight of the bells jingling on her nipples, hoping that his mistress doesn't do that to him.  And wondering why this girl would be wearing a strap on, best not to think about that.<br/><br/>"Do... do those hurt?" Jules asks, reaching up, just about touching the bells, but not quite.  Shifting, his own breasts swaying, reminding him of all the pent up milk.  "Sorry, better get you to your mistress.  If you will follow me?" he asks, giving her a soft smile in return.<br/><br/>Turning, he walks back towards the house, leading them inside.