I saw titles of art and photography books I couldn’t wait to dig into. I felt him squeeze my shoulder softly. ‘I’m glad you like it Sabrina,’...and the way he said my name was so gentle. Only a few people in my whole entire life have said my name in that tone. ‘I don’t know if you have a cell phone but I took the liberty of getting you one of these,’ Mr. Smith said. He brought my palm in his hand and placed a metallic object in it closing my fingers around it. I opened my hand and looked down.. "Me, jealous? Who's got bigger breasts right now?" Tommi teased rightback.Sara scowled. "It's not my fault. Yours are growing with your pregnancy. But I bet mine are firmer and not saggy like yours are getting!" Okay, enough with comparing titties," Tommi relented with her teasing."How was the club scene?"Sara thought of the parties and clubs. "The clubs were being very strictabout carding, so I didn't even try to go to one," she admitted.Unseen in the dim light, Tommi beamed with pride at. .further down my torso the black mesh cinchinggarter belt snugged me at the waist, and stretched across my upperthighs, provoking more lovely carnal sensations. These thoughts wereraising my body temperature, and I could detect a fragrance envelopingme, rising from my powdered, scented loins. OMG, my head was swimmingwith excessive sensory stimuli. I shook my head slightly to clear mythoughts. Oops, more stimuli, my hair swinging across my neck andforehead, the hoop earrings dangling from my. In another room they had a “milk bar.” In this room, women already had their children and were in the breast-feeding stage. You know when you go to a horse track and the horses are lined up in a starting gate? It was kind of like that.Women were on their knees and their breasts hung down and you could milk their breasts and drink their milk. There were several women who all were different ethnicities. The place where the women kneeled was comfortable and the women seemed to enjoy having men.