He crawled up onto our bed, assuring Cory that she would enjoy it. She appeared to be willing to go through with it, but the nervousness was something...I had never seen out of Cory before. I caressed her, giving her a kiss while DJ joined us.We didn’t waste any time, as the fake jealousy act already had everyone in the mood. DJ turned Cory around and had her get on all fours, so she could offer up her gorgeous virgin ass. I grabbed the massage oil and used it as a lube, coating her nice, round. It felt like I peed a gallon before it stopped flowing. Of course I couldn't wipe myself so I didn't care. The machine kept pumping and my milk kept flowing. I finally must have passed out.When I woke up I was laying down. I wasn't restrained or hooked up to the milking machine anymore. The room I was in was dark. I was on some sort of cot. It had an old dusty stained mattress that smelled like pee. I was still naked and I shivered from the cold dampness. I tried to sit up but even. Ramu served us dinner, and it was clear that he still was carrying a massive erection. It didn’t help, that in the kitchen, my wife would squeeze his dick (holding it from over the lungi of course) whenever she got a chance. That night after as we got into bed, I could see my wife was dripping like crazy, again possibly more from the excitement of the afternoon. I told her she could sneak into Ramu’s room and pretend I was sleeping, if she was so hot. She tried to make some feeble resistance,. Seth gently stroked my breast, his fingers teasing my hard nipple. “This is good too, you know. Should we try to pick up where we left off?”Richard said, “Before you started running your mouth, you mean?”I put my hand over Seth’s on my breast, gripping it to stop his teasing. “He was just about to start running his mouth as I recall, but not for talking.” I’d found the idea of him going down on me when I was full of my husband’s cum kind of weird before, but arousing, and knowing what I knew.