A Sissy Nanny -- part 4

In addition to being little Greggie's sissy wet nurse, we decided that Sissy Susie should pump fresh milk for Greg Sr.'s morning coffee.  That's right!  Now every morning when Sissy Susie brings Greg and me our breakfast in bed, there is a little little pitcher of Sissy Susie's warm, creamy sissy milk on the tray.  I'll admit it's an acquired taste, but now my Greg won't drink coffee without it!

Whenever Greg sees Sissy Susie nursing or pumping -- or sometimes both -- Greg can't resist going up to Sissy Susie's face and saying "Mooooooo!"  Tears start to well up in Susie's eyes every time, realizing that he has been reduced to little more than a bizarre combination of a slave and dairy cow.  Little Greggie giggles every time he hears his daddy go, "Mooooooo!"

Last night Greg and I were making love.  As always, Sissy Susie stood silently in the corner, ready to fetch us a drink or some lube or a towel.  The front of his satin blouse was covered with milk stains, which happens every time he watches Greg and me fuck. When we were done, Greg said to me, "Say, after the twins come, how is the Sissy going to feed all the babies? Maybe we need to get him an extra boob!"  We both burst out laughing at that idea.  "Just like in that movie, Total Recall!" I added, barely able to breathe because I was laughing so hard.

Poor little Sissy Susie definitely wasn't laughing.  Tears started to stream down his pretty, made-up face.  Greg looked over at the totally humiliated Sissy Susie, tears and milk spilling uncontrollably out of his feminized body.  "It's like having a fountain in our bedroom," he said.  We collapsed in laughter again.

"You're right," I said.  "It's so romantic having a fountain in our bedroom!  Fuck me again!"  And he did while my sissy husband silently watched.