The girls began to tidy and dress themselves feeling rather disappointed with their massive breasts when the milker, taking off his pants, reminded th...em that they still had a milking lesson to get through before they could go. “Don’t you want to learn?” he asked Jessica.“Yes!” she beamed, and he lead her hand onto his shaft and closed her fingers around his width, her fingers only barely able to encircle his rock solid member. “I’m ready for you to milk me” he said as he reached out a hand to. ‘What is it?’ She asked, already knowing, blushing, equal parts shame and exhilaration in her heart, dueling. Her answer danced on her lips, awaiting freedom. ‘Did you enjoy yourself?’ He asked. He sat, looking at her, waiting. Expectant. Eyes, greedy for her reaction, the minutiae, searched her face. Her shame diminished, heart racing, skin prickling, she nodded slowly. A spark went off inside her, warmth spreading between her legs, up her spine as she admitted her pleasure to her subordinate.. He still found it arousing to abuse and torment her in some ways - but he truly didn’t feel any antagonism towards his aunt anymore.“No!” Sarah said explosively, shuddering slightly.“You say that, but you forget how I’ve seen you.” Jason said playfully. “I’ve seen how hard you cum when you’re subjected to -”Jason slipped his hand higher up to cup one of her breasts. He squeezed it firmly - just on the verge of being painful.“- some more extreme fun.” He finished. He heard his aunt gasp and moan. I watched the clock during meetings and kept checking my phone for any additional instructions. There were none. I raced home and as I closed the front door behind me I turned and saw Mistress Lisa looking like something out of my fantasies. Her flaming red hair pulled back, she was encased in shiny black rubber. From the top of her breasts down to the tall black platform black latex thigh boots, she was the very image of a Professional Dominatrix!! I now understood where my $675 dollars had.