" The poor boy was beside himself, and couldn't seem to speak, so he nodded. Dave looked at Shelly and said just loud enough for us to hear, "Mrs. And...rson, please pull the sides of your top apart and hold them open for me." Shelly's shaking hands reluctantly moved to the denim fabric and in a slow motion pulled the fabric open, exposing her breasts to Dave, Jeff, the waiter, and several other diners who noticed what was happening. Dave then had Shell look the waiter in the eye and tell him. After 70 years of usage (in slavery), it’s effects became permanent. Your breasts need to be milked daily, so you can function normally and you need to orgasm at least once a day to think straight. Despite such a long time being a breeder, you still have a slim figure. You wear the thigh-high leather boots and the skimpy dress, that exhibits your figure. It is a good distraction in combat, barter and diplomacy.After you were liberated from slavery and returned to your people, you started a. "Eric?" Angela asked, looking up at him as he stood watching her."Well, you know I'll never get another job paying what my last one did, and be damned if I want to start out with new grad pay at another of the conglomerates." His expression changed to a smile. "I'd be a fool to turn down Jeff's proposal. Heck, it might even make money in the long run, and he offered me a great salary until the store makes a profit. Jeff is enthusiastic about it. He said that Frank would have some of his people. Damn, her pussy is so wet, he thought to himself as he stuck the head in. Tracy panted as she felt how thick is was just at just barely inside of her. She moaned, “Uuuuuh.” Slowly, Lamont continued pushing until his dick was about six inches in. He could feel his dick starting to touch areas she wasn’t used to having touched. Her insides were so tight and her body shook. He pulled his dick out a few inches and then back in to about eight inches depth, hearing the gushing noises her pussy.