“Heather, we’ve known each other for most of our lives,” I began. “You are the first girl I asked for a date. We’ve dated, made love, fought...and broke up. The best thing that has happened in my life is reconnecting with you at the reunion last summer. I have always loved you. That love has deepened and matured over the last six months. I feel I am finally worthy of you. I promise to keep and protect you. I promise to express my love for you every day, for the rest of our lives. Heather, will. I felt her tongue move from my balls, up my shaft to my head. She swirled it around three or four times and then took me all the way in. I heard her gag a little as she backed up, keeping just the head between her lips. I could feel her tongue massaging me as she slid up and down my rigid manhood, her hands now grasping my testicles.... and squeezing ever so slightly.. enough for excitement, but not too hard to hurt. I felt my load building up inside me, I looked down at her and saw. “Look boys! She even dressed slutty for us.” The leader pulled out of blade and pressed it against her blouse and with a flick of his wrists cut the couple of buttons that were actually being used. Her sliced blouse fell away revealing her black bra. Two of the other guys pulled down her skirt, revealing a black thong.“You’re dressed like a whore, white meat. Fucking you won’t ruin your life. You do it enough on your own. Pretending to be innocent like that pisses me off. I hate it when people. She told me she needed to express her milk. That the massage set off her reflex and her milk let down. She also said she has been pumping ever since she agreed to be a milker and bred. I looked shocked at her. She smiled and said "yes it was my choice and I want this. It was a dark secret desire I have." You see she is a Havard MBA graduate. She was working in an investment firm as an account manager and her accounts did not get beaten up by the recession, but she had this desire that needed.
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