” He cupped her face and then stood to his feet. Holding her hand, he lead her down the hallway to their playroom. She swallowed thickly, and follow...d him in the door. Closing it behind her, she waited for his direction, and gulped again when he stood over by the spanking stool he’d designed. It was raised, and the padded bench was about four feet long. He’d styled it after a gynecological chair with a rectangular cut-out at the end; a homemade fucking machine rested on a short pedestal beneath. That was the lactation. She tried to keep pads in there to soak it up, but they didn't always work. It was embarrassing to her. "Let's get back. You're getting wet, Sheila. We can get home in just a minute or so." "Oh frak! Okay Peter. Sorry to ruin the walk. I'm just a mess. Fat and messy. Frik and frak!" She was like that. She never liked to curse or say naughty words in public. In private, it was a little different. I chuckled to myself. We got back to the house, and she went into our. She couldn’t help but enjoy the sounds. Suddenly Tina spoke. “That was delicious,” she whispered. Michelle opened her eyes and looked at her friend. Tina was lying on her back, her head turned to face Michelle. “Really?” Michelle asked nervously. “Yes. It really was”. Michelle went to speak but paused. “What is it?” Tina asked. Michelle closed her eyes again before she spoke. “Does…does this mean I’m a lesbian?” She asked. Tina sat up and, leaning forward, she hit the pause button on. Milton nodded, then said, “But look at me ... how could any woman want that!” he said, motioning down to his scrawny body and limp little cock.Cathy, stroked his cheek and said, “I can see it like it used to be. You were young and strong and virile for many years ... and if I’m not mistaken, you don’t lose interest in women just because you get older.”Milton nodded. “You’re right about that ... I wonder ... Have I died and gone to heaven already?”Cathy laughed, and stood up.“Wait, give me your.