The living room smelled like vanilla candles, cucumber sandwiches, and the thick, sweet scent of fresh breast milk long before the first guest stepped through the door.
Rita had spent all morning preparing Nina like a prize hog for the county fair.
She started in the shower.
Hot water poured over Nina’s naked, six-month-pregnant body while Rita washed her with scented oil that smelled like warm sugar and s*x. Rita’s hands were everywhere. Slippery palms circled the heavy, veiny swell of Nina’s t**s until milk beaded at the tips and ran in thin rivulets down the curve of her belly. Rita caught one drop on her finger and painted it across Nina’s lower lip.
“Taste yourself, baby. Get used to it. Every woman here is going to want a drink straight from the tap.”
Nina licked obediently. The
