With gestures, she has you relieve yourself into abucket, then cleans you with a high-pressure hose, followed by a lotionthat leaves you soft-skinned,... sweet-smelling and shiny. . and aroused!As you follow helplessly, she leads you by the nose to a shiny steelapparatus with rubber tubes and a solid-looking glass jar... andproceeds to milk your breasts!You stare in-wide-eyed shock as she loosens each nipple clamp in turnand squeezes each breast to arousal before putting a gentle suction hoseon. ”“Okay, just give me a minute to finish my- ”“Now! I need you now.” Her mom came downstairs and looked Lori up and down. “Well, just calm down, let me put the kettle on, you can tell me what’s gotten you so upset.”“No, this isn’t time for tea and kettles. This is urgent and I have to know now.”"Okay, tell me what’s wrong.”"Mom, I was at the fair with Harriet-" she started."Oh, honey. She’s with Todd now isn't she? I knew that's why you broke up." Her mom patted her hand interrupting her.Lori. I felt her start to shake, and noticed her skin even got like goose bumps on it, and then she relaxed, I had just witnessed her coming, and it was beautiful.Ry passed out on us, and Tadd had shot another load in her, and he was falling back and relaxing, I was thinking that this is something that many people probably never get to experience, and how lucky we were.Tadd had to leave the next morning, but said “I will be back as soon as I can.” Ry and I had to go to work, that morning. That night. Glanced quickly away from the Club manager, Lucy Cuthbert; she can be stern when the joyfulness level ascends too high as the evening wears on.I’d been demonished by her, more than one time; the last incidence for bar-singing “When it’s Apple-Blossom Time in Orange New Jersey” a little too audibly. Mrs. Cuthbert hadn’t — to my startledness — 86ed me. I had been in good voice, so far as memory serves, so maybe that’s why she forgave me.I said, “What’s that French jargon you said the other day.