."SOAP!" I shouted.Most of the hands were withdrawn, but in a flash they were back, and this time they had soap. Hot soapy hands glided over every mil...imetre of my flesh, teasing my nips, slipping between my butt-cheeks, soaping up my pussy, and lathering me up from nose to toes.After a few minutes of that, I hit the rinse again, and as soon as the soap was off my face, I looked around to see hands from every direction, including from above and below. I also saw some very hard cocks within. I would like to leave my bra on toprotect me, I thought."Hi, Dawn, my name is Bev. I will be your milking nurse each day at 2pmwhen you come here. Let me explain. Your mother wants you to become aMilking Sissy. That means you will be developed to have large breasts withlots of breast milk, and every day here we will pump out your milk fromyour breasts for baby food. Doesn't that sound nice? You can feed babieswith your breast milk!"I thought I was going to faint. I can't do this, I have to. " I clutched him even more tightly to me before collapsing on to the floor, exhausted. Vaguely I heard the man suggest that it was time to call a halt for the day and picked up his things and left. The pastor stayed possibly because he sensed I needed comfort but master Leonard realised that too and sat beside me until I became calm enough to tell my story."Emily, for you to have made the journey from Witchellden to here on your own with little or no money, tells me something went seriously. " Good ... we got that out of the way. Now, what happened next?" Wow ... O.K. Well, he started playing with himself, with my panties, and he was caressing my ass. I was getting really turned on too. I wanted to touch him so badly. Hell, I wanted to vault myself onto him. But I knew if I did anything too crazy I'd scare him away for good. Then I, sort of, invited him to put his hand inside my panties, instead of just touching me from on top of them." How? I mean, what did you say to invite him.