Standing there just before K hauled me out of that room, with a higher-than-normal chance that I was about to get gunned down like some claypigeon, I ...hink what bothered me the most was that I'd probably neversee Tom again. K was going on about procedures and I only listened withhalf an ear. I was thinking about my friend. Somehow I knew the guy wasokay. He was a good guy. But with this relocation thing, chances arewe'd never meet each other again. Man, I hate losing friends. It wasn'tthe first. I noticed each time I any pressure was added to my tits they leaked, giving me some relief. Even though it caused me much pain, I was still a little happy. I didn’t dare call out.“Are you having any milking problems?” the sexy man asked me. “yes sir, I haven’t been milked in so long! They hurt!” “that’s not what I asked you, cunt.” He said as he spanked my ass. “do you produce enough milk to sustain the pump?” “yes,yes sir.” “and how about constipation, are you constipated?” I flushed red, I. The women knowingly looked at each other. They knew what the other was thinking. To the embarrassment of the young man, they started to giggle like teenage girls. Gathering themselves, they allowed their drinks to be served. As the young man bent over to hand Ann her drink she said softly "We will make sure you get a nice tip and are taken care of." As he walked off they both were trying to imagine what he looked like naked. They exchanged glances and began to laugh. " We should have a contest. She pulled out as the come was still erupting from my cock. It explodedon her thighs and her stockings. My cum glistened on her stockings as shepulled off of me. "Did that feel good, Panty Boy?" she asked as she was moving up to kissme."How does it feel to look so slutty? Do you feel slutty?" she asked asshe pinned me down. "You came really quickly and I haven't finished, my little slutty PantyBoy." She said as she brought her pussy to my face. "If you are going to wear my panties, and want to.