Hi, this is Krish from Chennai. This story is my cousin's, his first night story. His name is Vishnu and his newly wed wife is Varuna. It was an arranged marriage and the marriage had happened within a month from their first meeting, that they had rarely talked to each and had no clue what to expect out of that relationship. So, when they sent her in a red Saree with a cup of milk inside their first night room, he was all in anxiety.
As I walked across the room to get the rest of the dinner plates and crystal out to finish setting the table for our guests I could feel my breasts bouncing with every step I took and the increase of pain. It had been several days now since the milk had come in and my breasts were still unused to the expansion of size and the fullness. Since they were leaking a bit, I had on a fully closed bra to prevent staining the blouse which I planned to change before the guest arrived. Today was a special dinner party to celebrate my breast milk arriving fully and I was saving my milk for the event; however, my breasts were demanding to have some of the pressure expelled and I was not sure I could endure the pain much longer. I softly ran my hand around the platinum collar around my neck, something I always seemed to do absentmindedly to help me remain calm.
Introduction: A young girl is forced to produce milk for a demanding master. Marie sat on the narrow cot, naked, trying to cover her rather large breasts with her hands and not doing it very successfully. The two young men standing in front of her were fully clothed, which made her feel even more vulnerable and exposed. The master has ordered six hours of suckling a day until you begin to produce.
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