Chapter 7

Amber was back in Lord DeGraves’ office, sitting in the single chair before it. There had been a wonderful dinner, the best she had ever eaten, and the cupcakes she had been told about were, in fact, served for dessert. She passed on them, as had been suggested to her, as had Lord DeGraves.

During the dinner, everyone had been relaxed and friendly, and talked with each other like friends. Several whom she had not met introduced themselves: Dr. Sanders, Dr. Cole, Julie Richards (whom folks called Nurse Julie), and Jeremy; each welcomed her and told her a bit about themselves. When all the dinner guests had finished, and there had been a number she hadn’t met yet as they had been sitting at the far end of the table, people stood and adjourned to other parts of the house, and Lord DeGraves had asked her into his office. He entered a few moments later, carrying a small bag.

“Now, Ms. DeVries, I hope you have had all of your questions answered. I am sorry I could not do that for you myself. Are you ready for me to propose the arrangement?

“I think so,” she said, the worry plain on her face.

“Did you choose to take the offer made by my grandchildren?” asked DeGraves.

“Um, no. I thought about it, but, see, I don’t have any friends, and my family, well, they’re why I don’t have any friends. My Pop was why I had to leave home. After I left, my mom died. He’s an abusive asshole drunk, pardon my language, sir. If I took what your grandchildren offered, I’d have to do everything alone. Everyone here is so friendly, and they seem to really care what I think, what I want to do! I’m very lonely, Lord DeGraves. That’s part of how I wound up with T Rad. Bethany said I wouldn’t have to stay here forever or anything, just several months during the arrangement. I want to be useful. I want to make a difference to someone. I’m really afraid of dying alone. I almost did a few times, and I got lucky. But the cops, and the hospitals, and the shelters, they help short term ... Never mind. It’s just that everyone here -- they’re looking out for each other. They were even looking out for me, and they don’t even know me! Everybody seems to really care, even you. You saved me from God only knows what! And you don’t even know me.”

Lord DeGraves looked at her solemnly. “Amber, you won’t understand this, not really, but I do know you. We have never met, but ... I know you. Just as I knew Mr. Jones, T Rad. I know everyone who comes to me, the good and the bad, and their history and much of their potential futures. Amber, I know what you have suffered, and I know what good you will do, the pains you will ease, the lives you will save.”

“Wha... ?”

“As you said a moment ago, never mind’. I will make my offer to you now. I will give you two million dollars and a living place here at the house in exchange for living here for three months with my family, wearing only this.” He removed a headband with cat ears upon it from the bag he had brought. He handed the headband to Amber.

She took it, and looked at it for a long moment. She looked back at Lord DeGraves. “You knew.

First grade. My cat costume for Halloween at school. And Bobby Franklin played with my hair, and I had a crush ... and I wished ... and later, when I started ... I had fantasies ... you knew! Didn’t you?”

Lord DeGraves nodded.

“Holy shit ... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say that. But that’s just scary. They told me. They did. I’m really going to get into this hard and heavy, aren’t I?”

“Your deepest fantasy is very close to the surface. How heavily you indulge in it is up to you,” said DeGraves. He paused, then said, “You are an observant and very intelligent young lady. I will tell you this, because I can, and because you should know.” He paused, then said, “Ms.

DeVries ... Amber ... most people in this world would not call me a nice man. Many would call me diabolical, even evil. Some people’s lives are ruined by accepting my deals. Things have changed here, at the house. My grandchildren have made a profound change in how things are here, now.

As it used to be, I would have offered you the money under these conditions and sent you on your way, and pay you as agreed when you completed the arrangement. In that future, you would have become a fetish call-girl, you would have gotten plastic surgery on your nose and ears, whiskers tattooed on your face, and would have served a clientele of men and women with a very particular interest. I suppose you could still choose to do that, but I see a better, different future for you now, because of your association with my grandchildren.”

“What happens, now?”

“Let us not spoil it. It will come to you, and if you accept it, you will use your money for better purposes: an education, opening your own practice...”

“Really?! I get to become a vet?! I love animals!” exclaimed Amber.

“I am obviously giving far too many hints.” DeGraves sighed, “Observant and intelligent indeed!

A woman who knows what she likes, and what she wants. Let me make this clear, you do not get’ to become a veterinarian, you must work hard to become one. It will not just fall in your lap. This isn’t magic. You have to work for it.”

Amber grinned at him. “Lord DeGraves, I am all in!”

DeGraves looked at her with the faintest traces of a repressed smile, and shook his head. “Call me Mason. You are going to be doing that very soon anyway.”

Amber placed the headband on her head, and smiled. She went to Mason DeGraves and threw her arms around him and put her head against his chest. “Thank you! Thank you for everything!”

DeGraves looked down at the top of her head as he slowly returned her hug. “It is my pleasure, my dear. And it will be yours,” He broke the hug, and said, a bit gruffly, “Now go on, your room is up the stairs, five doors down on the left. Our arrangement begins in five minutes, to give you time to get up there and remove your clothes. Go on, now! Shoo!”

Amber giggled and turned to go, pausing in the doorway to say “Meow!” and wink at him, then laughed and ran to the stairs.

Mason DeGraves looked at the spot where Amber had stood in the doorway, shook his head again and said, “Cats...”

Amber ran up the stairs and bounded down the hall, counting doorways. When she reached the fifth on the left, she threw open the door like a teenager, and then sprang onto the bed like a five- year-old. She tossed off her clothes, and then went to look at herself in the mirror over the empty dresser. She looked excited, not sexually excited, but more like a kid who’d been told she could have any five things in the candy store, yes, even the big chocolate assortment. She looked at the cat ears sticking up from her hair, and smiled. She winked at her image in the mirror, and said

“Meow.”

A part of her felt like this was going to be the best game ever. Another part wondered if she’d jumped in a pool many, many times over her head. She cocked her head as she suddenly noticed that there were sounds coming from back down the hall. There was definitely sex happening, she realized.

She wandered down the hall, listening, and stopped at the door the sounds were coming from, and realized there were sounds coming from downstairs, too. She opened the door in front of her and looked in. “Fucking meow!” she said, then paused, examining the words she had just spoken. Had she meant to say that? She wondered if things had already started - up until now, she’d said meow’ deliberately, jokingly. Then she shrugged, and walked through the door.

She was in a large room, with a springy floor like a mattress. A fair number of people were on that floor, all engaged in sexual activities of one sort or another. On one side of the room was a long countertop running the length of the room, with a sink and a large pile of towels and washcloths next to it in the middle, an assortment of beverages and a small minifridge on one side, and a scattered bunch of sex toys on the far end. The front of it was padded, and the padding went up the other walls for about three feet. There were padded geometrical solid shapes to one side of the room, and a large clear space on the other. There was a machine of some kind with tubes and cups and things against the wall across from the door.

She saw Julie connected to the machine, cups with tubes running from her breasts to the machine, drawing milk from her sizeable upper breasts - sure enough, she had four of them - and obviously giving her orgasmic pleasure. Her pregnant mother, Beverly was under her with her face in Julie’s pussy, which must be helping. Jim was fucking his mother’s pussy, and was sucking on one of her breasts, Damn, he was bent over incredibly flexibly, and had a muscular ass and back! Bethany was sucking on Beverly’s other breast, while the woman doctor, Maggie, was below her holding Bethany’s pregnant belly in her hands and her face in Bethany’s pussy.

The sounds of sex and pleasure were pretty loud. Amber checked herself and discovered that her libido was still anaesthetized. While she could admire Jim’s butt and back muscles flexing aesthetically, like a work of art in motion, there was no inspiration to squeeze those flexing buns in her own hands. She heard the moans and groan of those around her, and knew she should at least be tempted to slip a hand down to her crotch, or that her nipples should be at least a little stiff. She found herself feeling a bit sad, like she’d been left out of a great party. She felt like a kid on the playground that all the other kids at play were ignoring.

Wow, Julie was multi-orgasmic! Amber idly wondered how she wasn’t exhausted or just unconscious from the near constant orgasms she was obviously having. She heard someone else, a woman, working her way up to an orgasm, and heard others getting close right behind her. The sounds of wet flesh hitting wet flesh, moans and groans and the occasional “Yes!” or “Fuck me!”, the slurping sound of mouths sucking very wet body parts, bodies flexing and twisting, hands clutching and grabbing and pulling should be making her horny as hell!

This was just no fun. Oh, there went Beverly over the edge of an orgasm, which triggered Bethany, then Maggie, and huh, it looked like Jim was being careful not to thrust too hard or too far into Beverly, though she had her ankles locked around his waist and was grinding ... oh! his cock was actually outside her pussy lips now, and she was grinding her clit on it! Amber had been worried about the baby inside Beverly for a moment, because Jim appeared to be very well hung. Damn it! She was sorry she’d drank the damn tea, now. She thought maybe there were some cupcakes left downstairs, and maybe they’d at least counteract the tea a bit.

She turned around and padded past Dr. Cole, who was busily fucking a maid, who had her face in Susan’s pussy (Susan was on the floor reclined against a padded triangle solid for support), who had a foot ... wow, Terri had her daughter’s whole foot in her pussy, and she was bucking on it like it was a bronco. Terri’s husband was taking photo after photo of this with one hand, the other stroking his cock. Amber was no stranger to faking enjoying sex, but never had her body not at least responded to it. Never had her libido just stayed ... off, cold, nonexistent. She was a healthy eighteen-year-old woman! This was just spooky. This was so strange, she wanted to have sex without wanting to have sex. She didn’t like it. She was going to fix this, dammit.

“Amber!” she heard her name called from behind her, and turned. The group near the pumping machine was looking satisfied and sitting cuddled together resting. Julie and Jim were taking the cups and tubes from the machine from Julie’s breasts and were hanging them up. It was Julie who had called her. Amber walked over.

“I like the ears!” said Julie. “See my bell and horns?” She jangled the cowbell around her neck, causing her breasts to jiggle madly, and grinned.

“Those are nice, too!” said Amber. “I took the deal,” she said. “No clothes and I wear this for three months. Lord DeGraves is kind of scary in a way. He knew I...” she floundered a moment as she stroked the ears, words failing her.

“Grampa Mason is good, don’t be scared. You’ll see!” proclaimed Julie.

“Um, yeah. I think I know, actually. Um, I thought maybe I’d go down and see if there were any cupcakes left. I’m kinda feeling ... left out.”

“You’re jumping right in, aren’t you?” asked Jim, with a smile.

Amber smiled back, then dropped her head in embarrassment and said, “Yeah, well ... yeah, and it’s bothering me that I can’t get horny when I know I should, I mean my body should be doing something, but that tea...”

Julie got a big grin on her face, then scrunched up her face in concentration a moment, then opened her eyes and said to Amber, “Suck my titties, you’ll get horny!”

Beverly touched Amber’s calf from where she was sitting on the floor and said, “We warned you about her milk ... only if you’re absolutely sure...”

Amber smiled at her, “I am. Um, I’ve never done this before, I mean, actually nursed from a woman’s breast, at least not that I remember. Is there something I should... ?”

“No teeth. Just suck like you would normally, and the milk will flow.” answered Beverly.

Amber found herself the center of attention, everyone watching as she approached Julie and sank to her knees. She put her lips to Julie’s left nipple, and tasted skin and a sweet milky taste. She sucked at the nipple, which was already quite erect, and was rewarded with a mouthful of sweet milk, surprisingly sweet, and with a unique taste. She discovered she’d swallowed already, and her mouth was filled again quickly. She felt flushed, and her nipples stood up as she swallowed and her mouth filled yet again, and she realized Julie was holding her head to her breast, and she swallowed again. She felt something click in the back of her brain, a feeling of rightness, of being loved, of having a mother who loved her, feeding her. She swallowed the warm milk love again. The feeling of being loved filled her belly and her being, but along with that she could feel a fire, a need, an itch, a wave of passion and excitement that had been so very missing, but now was beginning to pick her up like a rag doll caught in the waves at the beach, pulling her in and then pulling her out, with great speed and strength.

“I think that’s enough, sweetie, too much and she won’t sleep for a week, and neither will we!” she heard Beverly say. The nipple went away and she lost her balance and fell into Beverly’s lap.

Beverly, an incredibly sexy woman, god she smelled good, wonder what she tastes like? Going to fucking find out! She latched onto Beverly’s clitoris, nursing it like the nipple she’d just lost.

“Oh! Wow! Okay!” she heard Beverly say. She felt Beverly adjust her head a little. Someone started running their hands up her legs, wait, that was two people’s hands! Stroking so lightly, her nerves responding like electrical pleasure flowing from their fingertips through her skin. Um, yes, higher up ... into, no! Not down and away! Yes, back up between her thighs! No, don’t stop!

Mmm, Beverly was squeezing her nipples! Come back up the legs, back up yes! I’m open wide for you! Come inside, inside, inside! Oh, yeah! Fingers inside and outside, two hands! A man’s hand inside, a woman’s outside, rub my clitty! Fuck yes! God, this is a wonderful pussy, so warm, so nice, smells so good, tastes so good - have I ever like the smell and taste of this before? I don’t think I really - who cares this is fucking magnificent! Yes pussy rub into my mouth, crush your clitty on my nose as I stick my tongue in as far as I can and lick lick lick!

Stroke sex pleasure hands full of woman body rubbing me legs held by people rubbing and massaging and center of my pussy is oh god, clutch grab oh god, FUCK yes FUCK ME, yes, give me take me give me take me “AAAAHhhhhhhh! FUCKING MEOW! MMMRrrowww! Yes, I love you! I need you! I want you! Oh, hold me, help me, let me...”

She came to awareness, eyes closed, with her head in someone’s lap, on her back. Her face was being stroked. She could feel people on either side of her, and they were stroking her breasts and nipples lightly. “She’s coming around,” she heard Beverly say, and realized her head was still in her lap, just facing the other way. God, she wished she could purr, really purr. She felt so happy, so good, so sexy! She’d passed out from orgasm? Fuck yes, she had! Damn, that was the best she’d ever had, ever! Jesus, she wanted a cock in her bad. She wanted someone to fuck her while her head was in Beverly’s lap and her nipples were tweaked and twiddled. Her legs were wide open, thrown wide, calling for a cock to come fill her. She was bobbing on a tide of post- orgasmic bliss but she needed more, more, more!

“Oh, please fuck me! Please dear God, fuck me, take me now!” she said, still not opening her eyes.

“Bethany, can you get a strap-on? I’m afraid if you don’t fill her pussy with that, little Miss Kitty here will jump on Jim before anyone can stop her!” she heard Beverly laugh. God, she had a beautiful voice! And she smelled so good!

She opened her eyes to see Bethany between her legs, tightening a strap at her waist, then leaning forward to tickle her pussy lips with a large dildo she was wearing. She was going to get fucked by a pregnant woman and it was hot! Hell, at this point anything was hot! Jim was beside her, with a giant erection in the air, watching as she floated in ecstacy. Was this a drug? No, she’d had ecstacy pills before and they were nothing to this! Sex and breast milk. Wow!

She saw a hand grasp Jim’s cock and stroke it, and realized that it was her hand. She licked her lips and gave him her best “come hither” look. He smiled and started to oblige. She felt the Bethany’s dick enter her pussy, slow and smooth and deep. She heard herself make a noise that was part sigh, part groan, and part begging for more. Jim’s cock was at her lips, and she took it in, too, tasting precum and pussy, the pussy she just been licking, and was nestled against right now. God, she love this! Down her throat -- she was good at deep throating, almost a natural -- tongue against and around shaft and then the glans as it emerged, capture the head and suck and swirl then suck it down in again, Beverly’s cock in and out and a thumb rubbing her clitty, waves in and waves out, a cycle, like the world breathing sex, moaning, moaning, oh, that was her own voice, Beverly’s hands on her breasts and nipples as Jim and Bethany fucked her at both ends,

Amber felt the first twitch, the first sensation of her orgasm like it was miles away, but getting closer, faster and faster, heard her moans get higher and faster, pressed her face, her nose into Jim’s pubes as she felt Bethany fill her so deep, so deep! She felt the flood of Jim’s semen explode into her throat, down to her stomach laced with sunshine and love, one two three four shots spreading out from her stomach and filling her body with light and lightning and pleasure again, felt Bethany thrust and hold her cock deep within her channel as her pussy grabbed it like a fist and pulled it towards her center. She was making cat noises, cat-in-heat fucking noises, and then a shriek that went from baritone to soprano into a range that only dogs could hear. She felt her body vibrate and spasm, sucked at Jim’s cock like it was Julie’s nipple or Beverly’s snatch, oh dear God, Bethany, one last thrust, please! The light-sparkled warm darkness welled up again, flowed in like the tide, and her body relaxed as it flowed out. Beverly stroked her face and cooed to her as she went down, down, into warm pleasure darkness with fireflies of ecstasy.

Amber slept for about an hour, and woke slowly to realize that the party was breaking up. She looked around and saw some folks putting on clothes, like Dr. Cole and his nurse, Julie. Dr.

Sanders was still naked but looking at Bethany, like a doctor rather than like someone who was about to do anything naughty. Apparently everything was fine, as Bethany stood and they had a few last amiable words. The doctor did run her hand around Bethany’s belly a last time, then stroked Bethany’s pussy, and, as the doctor turned away, the doctor stroked her own several times. She felt happy, like a cat in a sunbeam. She caught the thought as it passed through, and smirked. All in’, indeed.

She turned her head to see Julie curled in her mother’s arms, and Jim holding both of them in his.

Jim noticed Amber looking at them, and said, “Welcome back! How are you feeling?”

“Like the cat that got the cream,” she joked.

“So, cat ears? Are you going to be a catwoman?” he asked, with genuine interest.

“Kind of, I think. I used to want to be a cat ... well, it’s kind of hard to explain. When I was small, I was a cat for Halloween, and there was this guy I had a crush on, and he stroked my hair and it felt so wonderful! Later on, when puberty hit, I’d fantasize about being his kitty, but it wasn’t really him ... I don’t know, it’s not like it sounds, but it kinda is.”

“You’ll figure it all out,” he smiled. “Did you enjoy this evening?”

“Oh, yes! I’ve never had such wonderful experiences! I’ve never cum so hard, or felt so ... so...”

“I know what you mean!” Jim smiled. “You were wonderful! You joined right in just like you’d always been here!”

“You were a good kitty!” said Julie, and Amber was surprised to feel a flash deep in her pussy, like Julie had inserted a finger and given it a delightful quick stroke. She gasped, and found her hand moving to her crotch.

“Oh, looks like we found a trigger,” grinned Jim, “kind of like good mommy’ is for other people!”

Amber watched as Julie gasped and grinned, her hand going to her own crotch, and the other squeezing a nipple. A little milk dribbled out, and Beverly said, “None of that, now, we’ve all had enough for tonight!” She caught the washcloth that Bethany had tossed to her, and mopped up her daughter’s milk, lest someone get even a drop accidentally.

“I can’t believe how good I feel! Happy, content, like ... Oh, I don’t know. The world is right.”

“I see,” said Jim, smiling but serious. “Welcome home, then.”

“I ... haven’t had a real home in a long, long time,” Amber said. A tear welled up in her eye, and then streams of tears began flowing down her face. “I’m so happy right now! I wish I could explain how much...”

Once again, it was Beverly who scooted over and hugged her with her plastic arms. They were cool but her torso and breasts were warm and comforting. “It’s okay. We’re glad you are here.”

Julie said, “Mommy always wanted a pet kitty.”

Beverly laughed, gently. “Julie, baby, Amber is a very special young lady in her own right, she’s not a pet!”

Amber smiled, but thought to herself, A pet kitty. I’d like to be Beverly’s pet kitty! I’d curl up on her bed with her and purr and purr, and make her purr... She gave a small cough, then said, “So does this happen every night?” She pretended not to notice Julie’s knowing grin.

Jim replied, “No, just every other week or so. Too much of a good thing, you know.”

“I’m kinda glad to hear that,” said Amber. “Should I expect some kind of crash later?” She looked at the confusion on the group’s faces and said, “Like drugs, you know, first the high, then the crash... ?”

“Oh, no,” said Beverly, “No, no drugs or anything! We wouldn’t do that to our babies, first and foremost! And no, we don’t do things like that. We don’t want them or need them. We are happy with each other.”

“Oh! I didn’t mean ... well, this actually feels and has felt better than any drug I’ve ever taken.

This was like E squared! But I didn’t think that you’d ... anyway, what I meant was, once it ends, do you feel bad, or unhappy, or throw up, or anything?”

“Only if Jimmy makes you a mommy!” laughed Julie.

Amber looked at her, realizing that that had been a deeper thought than a 5-year-old would have, then smiled. “I don’t think I’m ready for that, yet!”

“M’kay”

Amber realized that she was still being hugged and supported by Beverly, and it still felt wonderful. She gave a little squeeze-hug back. “Thank you. For everything. Lord DeGraves said you had changed things here, that I’d have wound up a fetish call-girl with tattoos and plastic surgery and stuff, and now, I have a chance to be a vet, my dream job! He said you three have made that possible. I don’t know what you did, but thank you!”

Jim and Beverly looked at each other in confusion, then looked at Julie, who had been looking directly at Amber with an interesting smile on her face, like she knew a deep secret. Julie looked at Jim and smiled and laughed, and pushed his shoulder like a young girl would do to her big brother. Jim and Beverly exchanged glances again and shook their heads.

Amber tried to stand up, wobbling as she did. Beverly stood next to her, supporting her by her shoulder, and said, “Let’s get you to bed.”

They worked their way slowly towards the door, with Jim, Bethany and Julie following behind.

Beverly had to grab Amber to keep her from falling as her legs gave way.

“I’m so sorry! My legs are just so rubbery!” cried Amber, flushing with embarrassment.

“That’s okay, dear! We’ve all felt like that after having some of Julie’s milk! Some of us have just had to sleep right where we were, too weak to move!” Beverly assured her.

Amber saw a fully dressed maid with a baby in her arms. She went to Julie and passed Jamie over to her, and the two smiled and cooed over her, then Julie took her into a room.

Jim took Amber’s other side, and they worked their way down the hall. “Here, dear,” she said as they reached a door. “Let’s get her in here and laid down on the bed, Jim.”

Amber suddenly realized that they weren’t in her room. They got her to the bed, and she laid down.

“I’ll look after her tonight,” said Beverly, “why don’t you sleep with Bethany tonight? You and she didn’t get enough together-time tonight.”

“Kay, Mom! See you tomorrow!” said Jim, kissing his mother.

“Good night, Beverly, sleep well!” said Bethany, giving Beverly a deep kiss and a nipple tweak.

“Oh, you! Sleep well, loves!” said Beverly as they left the room.

“Do you need anything else? Some water, or the bathroom?” Beverly asked Amber.

“No, I’m fine,” Amber told her, looking down.

“All right, now, I’m a mother. I can recognize a teenager telling a fib! Really, it’s no problem!

What do you need?”

“Um, I’m okay. I think I’m just tired, and a bit overwhelmed. The world has been stood on its head. I was a hooker this morning, with a pimp who sold me to someone he thought was buying me for a snuff film, but who was really buying my freedom and offering my dreams, but with conditions that I should feel like are utterly weird but I really feel happy about because they’re my deep fantasies and have had the best sex ever, not that that was a high bar to make...”

Amber took a deep breath, having used all of it with that sentence. “I’m just afraid I’ll wake up tomorrow and it all will have been a dream!”

Beverly laughed and lowered herself, back down, on the bed next to her. “That’s okay, dear! It will all work out fine! You’ll find your place here, fit it with us all, and discover who you really are, deep down, and that’s a wonderful and good person.” She reached over and stroked the cat- ears, and sighed. “I’m sure it will be interesting!” she laughed again.

“I figured out why the ears,” Amber said. “It all goes back to when I was a little kid...”

Amber told Beverly a fuller version of the story she had tried to tell the others, earlier. Beverly shared her story, told her of her childhood, her husband, having her kids, the accident, the arrangement, and the changes in their lives since, and their decision to support those whom DeGraves helped, at least those who deserved it.

Amber had tears in her eyes as Beverly finished, and hugged Beverly tightly. “He told me what would have happened before...”

“And that’s why! It is good to make a difference when we can,” said Beverly, feeling Amber’s teardrops on her breast. “I think there’s something about being a mother,” she said, “you want to make the world better for your children.”

Amber hugged her again, then lay down, facing her.

“Well, we should get some sleep,” Beverly said, turning out the light next to the bed. She lay down herself, thinking of everything that the two had said. She felt Amber curl up beside her, and smiled in the darkness. It was not long before both were asleep.

The next morning, Amber woke curled up next to Beverly. She realized they were both naked, then remember she’d be spending months that way. She was warm, and comfortable under the covers, smelling the scent of her person. Wait, what? She pushed the thought aside and cuddled closer, and realized that her face was against Beverly’s breast. Before she moved, she gave the side of it a little kiss, then sat up.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Beverly said to her.

“Ohmigod! I thought you were still asleep!” Amber blushed.

“I don’t mind, dear, I don’t mind at all! Would you like some milk, little Kitty?”

The flash in Amber’s pussy was immediate, and she felt her nipples and clit stiffen, and her pussy tingle and warm. “Uh, sure! I, uh...”

“Come here, dear,” laughed Beverly as she pulled Amber’s head toward her nearest breast.

Amber found the nipple at her lips, and she began to suckle. After a moment, warm, sweet milk flowed into her mouth, and she swallowed and sucked more as she heard Beverly moan in pleasure, and felt Beverly’s hand shift to her pussy to stroke it. Amber moved Beverly’s had out of the way and began stroking it herself, slipping a finger into the older woman’s slickening channel. Beverly moved her hand to Amber’s pussy, which was already excited, to stroke it and then dip her finger into it. Beverly’s other hand went to knead Amber’s breast and nipple as she nursed, and they lay side by side and gently masturbated each other. When the first breast went dry, Amber got on her knees, leaned over, and suckled the other one. This was obviously a major erogenous zone for Beverly, because she came with a cry just as the other breast emptied. She never stopped fingering Amber, though.

After a moment, Beverly recovered enough to ask, “Was that a good breakfast, little Kitty?” and stepped up the pressure as her words pushed Amber’s hot button, and she climaxed in turn. She shook a moment in gentle spasm, then relaxed as the waves of pleasure receded.

She moved up and kissed Beverly, and said, “Yes, thank you! That was a delicious dish of cream for this kitty!” She cocked an eyebrow as a small wavelet of pleasure washed through her again.

“Wow, this is really going to be a thing, isn’t it? My thing.”

“It looks like it!” grinned Beverly.

“You guys weren’t kidding. I mean, I didn’t think you were, but still ... you just can’t understand from the outside, can you?” asked Amber.

“Not really, no,”

“I wasn’t into women before. I mean, I’d been with them, as part of the job. Now, it’s like I can’t get enough of you!” remarked Amber.

“Of me?” asked Beverly, an eyebrow arched.

“Um, I ... you ... yes ... I mean, I had a great time last night with Bethany and Julie, and Jim...”

Beverly sighed, “I can never tell if it’s Julie’s fault, or if she just knows things. Mommy always wanted a pet kitty.’ Oh, sorry dear, didn’t actually mean to trigger you, there! I was just wondering if she is still doing things to her milk, or if it’s just that she sees things. Sometimes I wonder if she’s like Mason that way. Don’t worry dear, we’ll make sure you don’t imprint too hard on me! Not that I mind...” Beverly smiled gently at Amber, and stroked the cat ears, then a nipple. “A little Jeremy, a little Bethany, a little Jorge, a little Susan ... we’ll make sure you don’t get locked on me, alone!”

“Um, okay, I guess.” said Amber, a bit disappointed.

“Oh, now, dear, please don’t thing I don’t want you, it’s just that I can’t be the only one that turns you on! That might be ... dangerous. You are very vulnerable to imprinting right now, either fixating on things or broadening up. Like with Sherry, she needed to have sex with more than just Terri and Susan, and to get out of the stables, otherwise she might have gotten too limited.”

Oh! I see! Holy shit, I’ve got to be careful about things, don’t I?” exclaimed Amber.

“Yes, dear, you do. We’ll help! And Julie was right, I have always wanted to have a pet kitty!” said Beverly with a smile.

“Oh! Mmmm ... You did that on purpose!”

“Yes, dear, I did indeed! Now, help me get up! I have got to pee! I’ve got a baby on my bladder!”

The two ladies walked down the stairs to breakfast, where they were greeted by Jim and Bethany, and a grinning Julie holding Jamie. As Amber greeted Julie, her grin widened and eyes twinkled, but she just wished Amber a good morning.

Amber greeted Jim and Bethany as well, and Jim asked, “Feeling recovered this morning?”

“|I can stand up without help, at least,” smiled Amber, “but I’m still discovering what it’s like on this side of the looking glass!”

Jim nodded and smiled, and Bethany told her, “You need to think about everything you do in the next three months! The more times you do something, or the more times you do it with a certain person, the more likely it is that you’ll imprint on it, or them. For instance, you might want to spend some time with Jeremy, Jorge, Phillip, or even Jim, as long as you’re careful. Too much time with just the women and you can find yourself a lesbian, if you weren’t before.”

“Beverly said something about that, earlier. The tea seems to have worn off, I noticed.” said Amber.

“It is pretty strong stuff, but Julie’s milk overpowers it almost immediately. Unless you drink some more, you’re on your own.” confirmed Bethany.

“I think I’d like to be on my own,” said Amber. “My experience with sex has been, uh, professional, I guess you’d say. It wasn’t much for pleasure, although with T Rad at first it was, but that was all a lie. Last night was the first time anyone ever pleasured me, I mean, made sure I was enjoying it. It seems like everyone here cares about each other like that, and that is so cool! Right now, I’m not out-of-control horny or anything yet, but I’d like to discover this new world. Like, I was thinking of going down to visit Sherry when Jeremy goes to see her. I don’t know who Phillip is, and I only saw Jorge the once when T Rad was here. I’d like to talk to you two, too! I want to get to know people. I’d like to try to make friends. I haven’t really had friends in a long time, not since grade school.”

Jim smiled broadly, “Now that we can definitely help with!” He took Bethany’s hand and squeezed it, and Bethany leaned over to kiss him, then turned to Amber and agreed.

“Yes, we’re happy to do that! How about after breakfast we start with Jorge?”

“Okay! Susan said he was the gardener here yesterday.”

“He sure is,” said Susan as she and her family entered the dining room and took seats around the table. “He grows all the flowers and herbs that Trish uses, and makes the grounds look so great.

All that work keeps him built like a Greek god!”

“He can make even the most delicate plants grow and flourish,” said Trish as she brought in a steaming silver pitcher of coffee and began pouring. “And I am a demanding taskmaster when it comes to plants for my cooking and my experiments! Man has two green thumbs and eight green fingers! And a lovely strong tan cock!” she winked at Amber.

Amber blushed, then said, “Hi! I’m Amber. You must be Trish! Your cooking is wonderful!”

“Thank you, dear! I learned a lot from my mother, rest her soul, and I got some from Julia Child after she got back from France. Now she was a fun lady! A real pioneer feminist, though you don’t hear many of those stories, and she doesn’t get near enough credit,” said Trish, filling the last cups. She focused on Amber, “I think you’re the first person that ever said they didn’t like what my tea does!”

“You heard about that? Oh, it was delicious! I guess I just didn’t want to be left out of things. I mean, everyone was enjoying themselves so much, and I felt kind of all alone. Your tea definitely works, I can tell you that!”

“Of course it works! All my teas and concoctions do!” said Trish, with a wink. “Now, excuse me while I go back and make sure that breakfast isn’t burning!” She turned and walked through the swinging door into the kitchen calling, “And it better not be!” The smells that emerged from the kitchen as the door flapped closed were mouth-watering.

“All her teas and concoctions’?” asked Amber.

“Oh, yes, she’s created a lot of different things for Mason over the years,” said Bethany. “Mason found Trish in New Orleans, and she brought some very special expertise with her. The tea you got was to slow down your libido, other teas amplify it in different ways, some make people more suggestible, there are teas to stimulate lactation, increase virility, stabilize emotional balance, increase fertility, one that stimulates hair growth, one that will make your hair fall out, one that increases penis size, several for weight loss or gain, and so on. She’s got a PhD and postdoctoral work in Biochemistry as well as some other advanced degrees.”

“Oh, my goodness! And she’s a cook here, with all that?”

“Much more than a cook! She is a chef! But I understand what you meant -- there are certain advantages to working for Mason. For one, he helped her acquire those degrees during a time when women, let alone black women, were not allowed to do so. She has been with Mason a very long time, as well, much longer than I have.”

“Um, how long could that be? She looks like she’s in her early twenties!” asked Amber.

“Let’s just say that you aren’t the only person that Mason has paid money to free.” said Bethany.

“You mean...”

“It has been a very long time since some of us have been your age, dear,” said Bethany.

“You look maybe ... twenty!” exclaimed Amber.

“Thank you,” replied Bethany, as more of the remainder of the staff arrived and took seats around the table, wishing everyone a good morning as they did so. Lord DeGraves entered the dining room to greetings, which he returned graciously. Moments later, two maids brought out steaming platters and set them all on the table, then sat down themselves. Trish was the last to emerge, carrying a loaf of steaming bread and a complicated-looking baked egg dish that smelled amazing.

“Thank you, Trish, for another wonderful breakfast!” said DeGraves, nodding to Trish as she sat down at the foot of the table. “Before we begin, I would like to introduce Amber. She is the newest member of our household. I’m sure you can all introduce yourselves later. For now, let’s eat before this marvelous meal begins to get cold!”

It was indeed, a delicious meal, and the diner’s conversation and banter was light and friendly.

Amber listened quietly smiling and chatting as she was addressed, but spending the rest of the time wondering exactly how far down the rabbit hole went.