Oshiete Little Vampire

"M...my body... Please touch me..." "Where?" "My... breasts... my nipples are so sensitive... just caress the sides... gently... g-gentlyyy..." "Like this?" "Squeeze without squeezing... so I don't know which is which... that caress feels... so good." "This is a delicate art, isn't it." A summer night. The window was open, and a clumsy small vampire flew in. One bite and the connection was made: master and servant, promised eternally. The only way to break free was to do "that". No matter how unpleasant, or smelly, or anything, there was no running from it. A curious life begins.