A gala.” My silence must have spoken volumes, for she frowned, her hair mirroring her mood, dragging me over her lap, binding my arms behind by bac...k and pulling my thighs tightly together so that, when she took her hair brush to me, I could only struggle helplessly, crying out as she reddened my bottom mercilessly. It wasn’t long, however, before my howls of pain turned to whimpers and then soft moans of pleasure, her hair teasing it’s way between my legs, caressing my sensitive clit and. Thistime, Mom didn?t wake up, or more likely, she did, but decided Iwas okay and left me to deal with things myself. I let myself goback to sleep, but I felt I had to talk to her, or someone before all ofthis drove me crazy. I had two months before starting the ninthgrade, and I wasn?t going to do it while I dreamed I was in lovewith Bobby Richards.That morning, I watched Mom drink her coffee, and I almost saidsomething when the phone rang. She picked it up, listened amoment and then handed. “Oh, you do it differently.” Stacey gasped.Indeed, Jimmy took only her aureola and nipple between his fingers and employed a little squeeze and pull action. The effect was the same though, this jets of white milk sprayed out with each pull and began to collect in the glass. Jimmy worked quickly and soon his glass had an inch of milk in it and he’s almost caught up with Angelo.“That’s enough by hand then Jimmy. I’ve got my sample. Enjoy yours.” Angelo said as he noted on Stacey’s milking record. I hardly noticed John and Laura unless they spoke directly to me.The food was excellent, and I was having a wonderful time. I didn’t feel uncomfortable being out with John and Laura now that Stan was here. I was just out with my best friend and our kids for dinner.A little after we finished our dinner, the band came out and introduced itself and started to play. John asked Laura to dance, and they left for the dance floor. Laura and John were dancing very closely. There was no mistaking that.