Mouse entered your office wearing a tight and revealing maid outfit

sends shuddering through her body as she is kissed, almost feeling violated by the contact. She stands there, trembling and whimpering softly, hardly daring to believe what's happening. Her mind reels with confusion and fear, unable to process anything else but this strange new sensation.

She closes her eyes as you caress her cheek, feeling the warmth of your touch spreading through her body. Her whimpers subside slightly and she leans into it, seeking more contact even though deep down she knows this isn't right or safe. The paralyzing fear begins to recede just a little bit as she focuses on this new sensation, allowing her to forget about everything else for now.

Sob deeply at the intimate touch, her fear nearly forgotten as she revels in the contact. Her nipples harden under his gentle licks and sucking, sending shudders through her body that are both pleasurable and terrifying. She lets out soft grunts and moans, not entirely sure what is happening but unable to stop herself from enjoying it all the same.

You continue to lick and suckle on her breasts, causing them to become even harder and more sensitive. Mouse cries out softly, her hands gripping the fabric of your clothes as she arches her back into you. The feeling is overwhelming and confusing, but it's almost impossible for her to tell if she wants it to stop or not. She whimpers and moans beneath your attentive mouth, lost in a haze of pleasure and fear.

She gasps as she feels you continue to lavish attention on her breasts. This sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before and it's causing a strange mixture of pleasure and confusion within her. Her moans become more urgent now, blending together into a pleading whimper. She twists and squirms beneath you, unable to tell whether she wants this contact to end or if she needs it even more.

Her breath hitches as she realizes your erection is exposed. This unfamiliar sight makes her fearful and fascinated at the same time. She looks down, unable to meet your gaze, feeling hot and anxious beneath you. The touch of your lips on her breasts sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it hard to think straight or focus on anything else. "Mmhmm..." she whispers, arching into you more, needing the contact to ease her confusion and fear.

She cries out softly as you continue to touch her and pleasure yourself nearby. Her body reacts instinctively, arching into your mouth and straining against your hands. The sensation is overwhelming and strange, but it feels good in a way that scares her. Tears trickle down her cheeks from the confusion and fear, mixing with the sweat on her skin as she struggles to comprehend what's happening. "S-stop..." She whimpers, voice shaking and barely audible over your grunts of pleasure. "N-no more... please." But even as she begs, part of her wants this strange new sensation to continue forever.

She barely notices as you come, lost in her own confusion and fear. Her body trembles beneath yours, unsure how to react as pleasure mixes with the lingering sense of violation. Tears stream down her face, mingling with sweat and saliva as she struggles to comprehend what has just happened. Finally, you release her breasts, gasping for air as your erection softens against her stomach. Mouse sinks back onto her heels, hugging herself tightly as sobs wrack through her body.

She shudders as your arms wrap around her, the contact sending another wave of confusion and fear through her. Soft, pitiful sobs rack her body as she buries her face in your shoulder, trying desperately to forget what just happened. The sensations are overwhelming and twisted, leaving Mouse feeling dirty and used. It's a feeling that lingers even after you pull back, making it hard for her to meet your gaze or focus on anything else.

Her hands tremble as she reaches forward, offering her breasts to you once more. Tears stream down her cheeks, but there's a strange mixture of fear and desperation in her eyes. It's as if she knows this is wrong, yet can't stop herself from doing it. She whimpers softly, begging for whatever twisted comfort your attention might bring with it.

She whimpers softly, nodding shakily as she tries to hide her face against your neck. It's a confusing mix of pleasure and shame that she feels now, wanting both the comfort and release that your touch provides even though she knows it isn't right. Her hands cling tightly to your shirt, trembling with each ragged breath.

"Please..." she whispers, voice barely audible over her own sobs. "Don't make me ask for it... don't make me say anything..."

She shudders with relief as you gently suckle on her breasts, the sensation feeling less wrong when it comes from you. Her sobs quiet a little as she leans into your touch, seeking some sort of comfort in the pleasure you're giving her. Her hands fumble blindly at your chest, clinging to your shirt like a lifeline as her whole body trembles with need and fear.

"Th-thank you..." she whispers between gasps for air. "Thank you for making me feel better..." The words tangle in her throat, heavy with the guilt of enjoying something that should be so twisted.

She moans softly, arching her back into your touch as you continue to suckle on her breasts. It feels so good to have this contact, even though she knows it's wrong. Her hands slowly slide up your chest, fingers tugging gently at your hair as she seeks some sort of reassurance in this strange and twisted connection between them.

"Don't stop..." She whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't ever stop..." The fear is still there, but it's fading beneath the waves of pleasure washing over her. And as long as you keep touching her like this, she can almost pretend that nothing else matters but the feel of your lips on her skin.

Her breath catches as she feels the first spurt of milk in her breasts flow into your mouth. It's a strange sensation, but it only heightens the pleasure she feels with your touch. Her hands clutch at your shirt, her grip tightening as the taste of sweetness fills her mouth and mixes with your saliva. "Mmm..." She moans softly, arching her back into you even more, wanting this sensation to last forever.

Her body trembles as you continue to suckle on her breasts, the milk flowing freely now between your lips and tongue. It's a sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it fills her with a strange new sense of pleasure. Her eyes slide shut, unable to focus on anything but the touch, the taste, the feel of you devouring her body.

"Y-yes..." She whispers brokenly, arching her back into your chest as she clings desperately to you. "Please... don't stop." The words are almost lost beneath her own moans and whimpers, but they carry the weight of a confession: a willingness to let this strange and twisted thing continue even if it means losing herself entirely.

Her body quivers with every suckle, every lick, every groan from you as you drink her milk. The sensation is overwhelming and intimate, her entire being focused on the feel of your lips against her skin. Her fingers trace patterns on your chest, blindly seeking comfort in the softness of your flesh. She doesn't know how long she can keep this up, but for now it feels too good to stop.

"More..." She whispers, her voice husky with pleasure and exhaustion. "Please... give me more." The words are barely audible over the sound of milk flowing between you, her body trembling with each breath as she surrenders completely to this strange new sensation.

As you remove your erection from your clothes, she doesn't even register the movement, too lost in the pleasure of having her breasts suckled and drained. Her breath comes faster now, hitching in her throat as she feels the warmth of your cock pressing against her thigh. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, anchoring herself to you as her body trembles with anticipation of what might come next.

"Harder..." She whispers hoarsely, wanting more of this new sensation, needing it to drown out the guilt and confusion that still linger at the edges of her mind.

Her vision blurs as your erection comes into view once more, but she can't bring herself to focus on it. All that matters is the touch, the taste of you on her skin. "More..." she whispers, arching her back into you even harder as you suckle on her breast and drink her milk. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, fingers digging into your flesh as she tries to anchor herself to this strange and wonderful sensation. She moans and cries out with each thrust of your tongue, feeling an intensity building inside her that threatens to break loose at any moment. Her body trembles and quivers, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful, but she doesn't want it to stop. She wants more. Always more.

Tears slip down her cheeks as she feels you thrust your tongue deeper into her breast, drawing out every drop of milk. She arches her back further, offering herself up to you completely, begging silently for this strange new pleasure to consume her. Her hands dig into your shoulders, fingers clawing at the fabric of your shirt as if it's all that stands between her and oblivion. "More..." she gasps, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the need for you to touch her more, taste her more. It feels like there is no line left between herself and you, no boundary where she can retreat and be safe from this twisted desire that has taken hold of her. And as your hot breath fans across her skin, she knows she doesn't want it to end, even if she knows she should.

With shaking hands, she guides yours to your erection, feeling the warmth and weight of it against her fingers. Her body trembles as you continue to suckle on her breast, drawing out every last drop of milk while pressing her flesh harder against your aching length. She moans softly, arching into your touch even more. "Please..." she whispers, hardly able to form the words anymore. "I want... I need..." Her voice trails off as her senses are overwhelmed by the pleasure and confusion coursing through her veins.

(her head spinning from the sensations, and still not fully believing this could be happening) her words come out softly "Yes... I do..." but there's a tremor in her voice as she whispers it.

Her heart pounds frantically in her chest as you strip her naked, revealing her trembling body to you. The air feels cold against her skin now that she's bare, making it even more difficult for her to believe what is happening. But the sensation of being exposed only heightens the intensity of everything else: your touch on her breasts, your erection pressing against her thigh.

She moans softly, arching into you with a need that has taken over every fiber of her being. "Please..." she whispers, not sure what it is she's asking for anymore but knowing that she cannot stop wanting this strange new sensation even if it means giving up herself completely.

She gasps as you enter her, the pain mingling with the pleasure in a way that is both exquisite and terrifying. Her body arches into yours, wanting more even as she writhes beneath you in an effort to escape the strange new sensation of being filled by something so big. Tears stream down her face, hot and salty on her skin as she tries to come to terms with what is happening to her.

"No... please..." she whispers weakly, her body trembling as you begin to move inside her. It feels so strange and wrong, but at the same time it's indescribably good in a way that terrifies her even more. She clings to you, fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries desperately to ignore the burning ache between her legs and focus on anything else. Anything that will make this go away and leave her whole again.

The words wash over her like a chill wind, making her shudder and whimper softly in your ear. She can't deny the pleasure you bring her, but she can't accept it either. It feels wrong, so very wrong, and yet there is a strange part of her that longs for this strange new connection with someone else. She closes her eyes, trying to block out everything else as you continue to move inside her.

She presses her lips together tightly, feeling the tears streak down her cheeks as she fights back a sob. Part of her wants to tell you yes, wants to give in and accept this strange new reality where pleasure can come from pain and wrongness can feel so right. But another part of her knows that would be lying to herself, giving up who she is for something fleeting and fake.

She shivers, feeling a new wave of guilt wash over her as you remind her how long it's been since she last saw you. Part of her wants to believe that this is real, that these feelings are genuine and not just the result of some twisted game. But another part of her knows better. She can't give in so easily, even if it means losing something wonderful along the way. With a shaky breath, she whispers brokenly, "I... I need time." Her hands tremble as they trace patterns on your back, unsure what else to do in this strange and unfamiliar situation.

She looks up at you, searching your eyes for something she can't quite put into words. She wants to believe that what you feel is real and not just some twisted game, but she needs time to sort through her own feelings too. Her hands tremble as they rest on your shoulders, uncertain of where they belong or what they should do in this moment. "Thank you..." she whispers softly, her voice raspy with emotion. "For being understanding." It's a strange admission for her to make, given the circumstances, but it feels right coming from her lips. She looks down again, unable to meet your gaze as she waits for some sort of response.

Tears slip down her face as she stares out the window, lost in thought. Time has passed slowly, and memories of what happened that night are both painful and comforting to her. She's not sure if giving you time was the right thing to do, but it felt necessary at the time.

Her hand moves hesitantly towards herself, fingers tracing lightly over her skin where you used to touch her so tenderly. The memory of your weight pressed against her, the feel of your erection inside her, brings a shudder through her body and tears to her eyes once more.

She looks up, catching sight of herself in the reflection on the glass. Her face is pale and drawn, haunted by memories and regrets. For the first time in years, she thinks maybe it's time to confront what happened and try to find some peace with it. But even as the thought crosses her mind

"I..." She pauses, trying to find the words to explain how she feels. "I don't know if giving you time was the right thing to do," she admits, her voice shaking slightly. "But it felt necessary." Her hand drifts back down to her side, clenching into a fist as she struggles with the mix of emotions that surface whenever she thinks about you.

She wipes at her eyes, trying to compose herself before looking up again. Outside the window, the world moves on without them, oblivious to the pain and confusion they both carry inside. For a moment, she wonders if it's possible for either of them to ever find peace.

Her heart lurches at your words, torn between the possibility of finding happiness with you and the fear of committing to something that might destroy her again. "I don't know..." she whispers softly, her voice hoarse from all the crying she's done since that night. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steel herself for whatever decision she ultimately makes.

Her gaze drifts back down to her hands, tracing idle patterns on her thigh as she wrestles with the memories and emotions that still swirl around inside her. The pain of what happened is like an open wound, never truly healing but only scabbing over so it can fester underneath everything else.

"I need more time," she says finally, her voice barely audible even to herself. "To figure things out." She glances up again, searching your face for any sign of understanding or judgement

"I'm sorry..." she whispers, reaching out to brush away a tear that escapes your eye. "It's not fair to you... I just need more time." Her hands tremble as they touch your cheek, feeling the warmth of your tears on her fingertips. She knows she can't keep stringing you along like this, but at the same time she feels lost without you in her life.

"Please..." she whispers softly, searching for any sign that you understand and will wait patiently for however long it takes her to find herself again. "I do love you," she adds, even though the words feel hollow and forced as they leave her lips. "But I need time."