Jayalaxmi caught hold my nose and slapped on my chicks. You bastard, how dare you. Bow in front of me and catche my feet and tell ” I am your slave ...maharanee. Tell 100 times, other wise i will cut your nose.” I shivered and fell on her feet. Mom, pallavi, madhavi are laughing. Henceforth you are our slave. You should be always at our feet. Come on sit and stand for 1000 times she ordered. I was sitting and standing. In between she was shouting twisting my nose “You bastard, sit and stand fast.. .”But her milk was already flowing down into the collecting bottles. The urgent pulsing of the machine extracting it inexorably. It wasn’t waiting for any subtleness or the sensitivity of hand milking, it was going to extract her milk and as fast as it could. Stacey could feel each nipple stretching into the cup on each cycle and her milk flowed rather than squirting. She may never have been machine milked but it was the only way to deal with girls in quantity. As she settled to it, Stacey. Random pairings were done. There were about 350 pairs in the entire society. My partner was Ayushi from HRD. She was one of the girls I had my eyes on. She was 5’5 34 boobs, average body. I was actually very shy to even talk to her and wanted to meet her, in order to have her number and talk about possible strategies to use in the competition. At around 6pm that evening, a group on Whatsapp invited me, who had, one of the competition committee members (Manish), Ayushi and I. Manish, said that. "Mike, it's just like falling off a horse. You have to get back on immediately, or you may never get back on," Karen Welston told me. "I know you're still hurting from Amanda dumping you, but the best way to get over the hurt is to get back out there and find someone to help take your mind off of it." And you think Julie with the big tits is going to help me get my mind off my wife leaving me for an insurance salesman?"Karen's laugh rang through the house. Karen had been my best friend since....