As I watched, drops of milk began to appear and drip down onto my shirt. "I really need your help, Lyle," she whispered urgently, her teeth clenched."...uck," I said, and then my mouth was on her tit, my lips sealed around the pink nipple, and I was sucking, pulling a spray of milk into my mouth, feeling the little jets hitting my tongue and the insides of my cheeks."Oh, yes!" Kimberly said, the words bursting out of her like a grunt. She put a hand to the back of my head, holding me tight. "I heard Kevin saw my picture," my lady said as we lay enjoying the late afternoon sun."Yeah. I had no idea he even knew about it. I knew he'd see it some day, but I didn't feel right sharing it with anyone." That caused Beth to snuggle closer to me."Tommy, when we first met I would have been mortified to know a picture like that even existed, but now ... I don't know, I can look at it and see what a great photographer you are and see just how good I can look. I know that makes me sound. A couple of minutes later, the guy was starting to come around, but his hands were already tied behind his back. Errol lifted him by his shoulders and sat him against the side of a booth. There was a trickle of blood dripping down from his hairline. He looked up with unfocused eyes and asked, "What the fuck happened? Did you just hit me?"Errol squatted down to eye level and answered, "I did. Someday you'll thank me for saving you from a very long stretch in prison for doing something amazingly. His words distract me, leave me dripping, squirming and on the verge of coming. Late afternoon teasing phone calls at my desk are the guiltiest of pleasures. I listen to him recount the desire to have me alone, backed up against the wall, large and masculine hands wandering, exploring the naughty panties beneath my hiked up skirt. Swallow hard, appear collected and say little to give us away. The constraints of just listening and the inability to respond with anything other than a hard swallow.