He is going to sit on the end. This isn’t something he wants to rush. Just lay back and enjoy it. Imagine what each one will feel like inside you fo...r hours on end. Your Master will need your input. It’s just like getting your eyes tested only for your tight little pussy and ass.” I laid back, my head in his lap. He squeezed my breasts. “Are those needle marks?” he asked. “Indeed they are. We came here from Dr. Leslie’s office. She had her first exam and I do intend for her to produce milk.. The ditch wasn’t quite as steep on this side. Her dark blouse didn’t give me much of a show but when she brought her right leg out, I gulped and tried not to stare. She didn’t have anything on under that tight short skirt. It rode up to her waist and bared all her charms to me as she got her footing and then leaned back to get her left leg free. She was smoothly shaven except for a V of dark curly hair on her milky white mound. Her sex was short, round, and had dark lips. Or, rather, the edges. She paged through it’s contents, weepy-eyed. ‘I’m so friggin pathetic.’ The words were a harsh whisper. Plane, train, and show tickets lingered in the box, along with tags and pictures drawn on menus, placemats, napkins, and any other scrap Ted had gotten his hands on over the years of their friendship. Pictures of her and all the boys were disorganized and scattered between the pages. The handwriting of a sea of friends come and gone on notebook papers passed inbetween and during classes. Her. I then turned back toward him and started to raise my t-shirt. "Wait!" He called out. "Please let me do that." So raised my hands into the air and let him pull my shirt over my head. My boobs fell free as I was not wearing a bra and Steven gasped when he saw them right in front of his face. My firm 75 C cup breasts. Nipples as hard as rocks jutting out at him, daring him to take them in his mouth. He was so taken aback at this right that he fumbled with my t-shirt, getting it caught on one of.