I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t reply. It was one of those habits I discovered in the beginning. ‘This place is beautiful. You have excellent...taste.’ Our trip hadn’t been planned. A late night conversation involved places we had never been but would love to go. I mentioned a private island as a joke. He made it happen the very next day. His list of contacts amazed me. Then again, he amazed me as well. ‘Are you hungry?’ ‘Always,’ he said, the leer on his face telling me he wasn’t referring to. I had a solid desire to have sex. I quietly opened the door of our three BR flat and went to our bedroom on the first floor of our penthouse flat. I could see my wife anywhere. I thought, she would be in kitchen doing some work. I went straight to shower. After having a lengthy batch, I put on shorts and T shirt. When I was about to call my wife, I heard my wife talking to my son in the adjacent bedroom. They were laughing, as if sharing some joke. I slowly opened the bedroom door and peeked. He'd often use her milking time to discuss some aspect of business with her. She was able to keep up a conversation despite the quivers from the mini orgasms. This just reinforced her feeling that her body was separate from her mind.Joe came up to her while she was engrossed in her thoughts. Placing his hand on her right udder, he squeezed gently."Ho ee, you are full, girl. Let's get you milked pronto like."He led her into a small room with three milking stations. Tying her leash to a hook at. ”Owen looked at the phone. Tamara had hung up on what was clearly her warcry. He almost said something. Frieda and Giselle were moving, Giselle mounted Frieda’s thigh and stared down at the girl. Owen reached for his belt buckle.Hafnan followed Natasha into the pawn shop. The door rattled, locked.“Merde!” Natasha spat. She kicked the metal door.“Back in 15 minutes.” Hafnan pointed to a sign inside the door.“I can read, you slut!” Natasha barked.Hafnan frowned and took two steps backwards.“Oh,.