She smiled at me as my discomfort increased, because now withmy feet resting on the suitcase they were almost in line with the pieceof wood which mean... that my full body weight was resting on my batteredass.'Now seeing as how you like panties so much, we're going to let you feelyour panties for the entire journey.'She instructed me to put my arms forward and to hold the panties thatwere still draped around my ankles. Taking a pair of handcuffs she lockedone wrist and then fed the remaining cuff. I hoisted the next box and followed her into the house."Hey, mom, you guys here?" she yelled from the bottom of the stairs."Jenny?" Marcia yelled down. "We're up here."My box went upstairs, so I followed her there, too."You're early," Marcia said."School ended at one," Jenny said, "so I got an early start." Oh, well, I'm afraid you're on your own for dinner then," Heather said. "We thought you were coming later so I only made reservations for two. And you know how crowded Portofino's is."I was. "You can suck as much of my milk as you like," you told her, "but only if we can settle you into a regular four hour schedule of stimulation. It takes discipline to make milk." She of course could not turn down your offer. But this was extra special: I normally do not participate when you drink your girlfriends' milk- that's your private time- but Sam suggested that you and I both help enforce her routine. That weekend was our first team-tagging milking session. By Sunday evening, Sam's milk. I had to stop as she was feeling the pain and pleasure.I waited until she felt relaxed and pushed it in. It was hard to push as she was on top of me. So I made her lie on the sofa and spread her legs. Now, I kneeled and started to push again. Now I could see her expressions as well.With some struggle, the plug was inside. You could see the buttplug in her asshole now, and it looked sexy as hell. I asked her to model with the buttplug. She walked around with the hall, first in a slightly funny.