Fuck me... hard. Don’t stop. Cum... inside me. Fill my cunt... with your cum.” And then I felt her as she came with an immense shudder that rolled...through her. Moments later I felt the tightness form behind my cock and I spurted my cum deep inside her. I lay there on top of her, both of us breathing hard, our sweat making our bodies slippery against one another. “Keep your cock inside me,” she instructed, and with her legs still wrapped around me she rolled us over, straddling me. Looking down. A handful of men in the milking parlor were muzzled, collared and leashed before being escorted to a kitchen at the far end of the milking facilities, where a 40-something southern woman in white capri pants, clog shoes and look-at-me tight shirt bursting with huge cleavage was waiting for them. She had platinum blonde curls, a plump and perky ass and huge expressive eyes that handled naked men just as aggressively as her manicured hands. With a giant smile, she escorted a few men into her. " Sounds like Candy." Helen said with a smile.Vicky blanched at that statement, thinking of the stories of Candy with a knife. Helen noticed the expression and said, "Take over here Liz. I think Vicky and I need to talk." You taking her to your couch?" Liz asked."Now Liz, I never use a couch. Vicky why don't we sit down over there."Smiling, Vicky moved to the chair indicated and sat down. With her coffee and a plate of the delicious looking mess she was trying to decipher."So, Is this my shrink. Not bothering to change out of the nightie the brunette traded places with her blonde friend giving Tracy access to the changing rooms while she took a watchful seat besides their purses and shopping bags.Normally the conservative Alison would feel ill at ease sitting in a public place wearing nothing but a nightie. However the changing booth was located down a short hallway providing a modicum of privacy from the rest of the store. The store catered exclusively to women anyway.It took Tracy.