She reminded me of those models that posed in men’s magazines. She was about 5’7 with shoulder-length blond hair and a flawless, shapely figure. S...e looked very nice in her button-up dress shirt and jeans. ‘Oh, my God, you are the Nature Boy!’ She said in an exciting voice. ‘Wow, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Kim. I love your Goodfella$ magazine.’ ‘Thanks, Kim.’ I shook hands with her. ‘I’m happy to have you as one of my biggest supporters.’ ‘I love your work.’ She admitted. As the. First, he strips me down naked and cuts the clothes away from my body and removes my shoes and socks too. Next, he slides one of those metal cylinders down over my dick and cups a metal encasement around my ball sack where the one piece is latched firmly. He plugs in the milker and turns it on low at first to where it begins removing the air inside and proceeds milking me. Finally, he moves to where my head is located, kneels down, unzips his coveralls and pulls out his dick and balls. He pulls. ’ Mrs. Sharma ordered. It felt as though I was in a trance as I obeyed. They both smelt nice as I stood in between them. Mrs. Sharma took hold of my right hand and inspected it. ‘He’s a fine boy,’ she said to Shilpa aunty. ‘And such strong hands.’ as Shilpa aunty nodded assent, Mrs. Sharma began to move her hands up to my shirt buttons. I stood there motionless, and felt like a slave being examined as she began to take off my shirt. Standing bare cheated in front of them, both ladies began to. Two day later I was on the boat heading out to visit some islands, as we left the dock, Emod passed out coffee to the others, I was sitting back relaxing in the morning sun when Emod came to me with a coffee, we talked, a bit and he went back to work, we stopped at a nice lagoon, to swim, we all got in the water being alone on the trip was kind of bad, so I just swam around a bit, Emod jumped in to keep me company, we talked a bit, I turned to swim backward to the and bumped into Emod, I felt.