You hold me there for what seems like ages, gently sucking the last few drops from me. Now this is what I call milking. I feel you get up from the bed...and pad into the bathroom chuckling to yourself. What a way to start the day.I awake to the smell of frying bacon wafting through the villa. I get up and just follow the smell. I see you there; standing at the cooker, back to be. I come up behind you, encircling your waste with my arms and kissing the back of your neck. "Morning, again.", I say.. She was still facing the window when the door opened.Her head turned, and she slowly opened her eyes as shecoyly said, “Thank you for arriving so quickly, I was-oh! Doctor! Why, I … won’t you come in? And please, doclose the door behind you.” The tight fit of his slackswas not lost on her as she watched him turn to close thedoor.“What seems to be the problem Miss Conners?” the doctorasked as he approached her bedside.Sitting up and leaning back against the. 'It's now or never', goes through my head, as my hand touches one of the swing doors and push it ever so slightly, it opens and I let him see my breasts.Hi head turns left then right, then back to me. His huge smile shows it is clear, so my hand drops to my waist and I undo my leather belt, the button, and finally the zipper, which I ease down.He stares, looks around and nods. We are communicating, he is my look out, he is making sure I dont get caught, so I release the door momentarily and. ”The guard almost sounds human and I hope she’ll get me clothes that fit. But, then again, they haven’t yet done anything they said they would.After fingerprints and mug shots, a bundle of stuff is shoved into my arms and I’m led out to join other inmates. They’re staring, whispering among themselves, when I walk into the room. I’m scared to death and, can’t help it, begin to cry. A tall big black woman strides over and grabs my arm. “Shut that shit up or you’ll get your scrawny ass kicked.”.