I really want to do this for the Island..." Jordan was almost pleading. "Now look here, Jordan," said Tiffany. "Wait just a minute," interrupted Dee D...e. "Jordan, wait outside for a moment, I want to have a talk with Tiffany about this." Jordan moved outside and closed the door. "What the hell's gotten into you, Dee Dee?" asked Tiffany. "There's no way we'd even think of letting anyone go through the Milking ritual, unless they'd had their fully developed cock at least a month." "Stop and. "It's all I've thought about." "Tell me, Owen," I said. He paused a moment, but only a moment. "Put me inside of you." I moved forward on his lap. "Now, that's what I was waiting for." I kissed him and he kissed me back hard. His hands went to my body, without encouragement. They found my breasts and played there, feeling the texture. I had his mouth and that was all I knew. I kissed him harder, holding is head between my hands. I moved forward, hovering on my tip-toes, thankful his kitchen. I wake up the next morning with a headache. I had a rough night and barely got any sleep. I was condemned to the couch for the night and kept awake by 1. The discomfort and 2. The noises from the bedroom. There were sounds on and off the entire night. I need to remember to ask Sammy how her mother’s birthday went when I see her at school. School. Oh shit! What time is it?! I sit bolt upright, causing a dizzy spell. I hold my head in my hands momentarily to focus and settle my mind, then I run. They took a break and Judy came over to me and pinched my nipple as she placed my hand down to feel the cum oozing out of her ass and her pussy. She leaned over and said, “are you having fun yet?” I said, “yes but I can’t believe you let someone smack your ass.” Before she could answer I hear this voice say, “well she’s my slave so she does what I want and she begs for more.” I couldn’t believe I was hearing this, I turned to where I though Judy was and hear this soft voice say, “it’s true, I.