On balance, I had no regrets. Yet.The following morning I made him a cooked breakfast, and put some cereal in a bowl for myself. It was a weekend, so ...fter breakfast he amused himself all morning playing a game. The game was called ‘How many different uncomfortable ways can I tie up my slave’. After a couple of hours my arms were aching my legs were threatening to cramp up, and my breasts were sore.I was tied standing up, lying down, kneeling, on my back, and face down.It was soon apparent that. Again she said no but you can watch me keep it pumped as we drive to the mall. As soon as we hit the hiway she reached into her hand bag and took out the pump and without allowing me to see she placed it over her already swollen womanhood. She pumped the bulb a few times and fliped the skirt back down to cover the device. Ever so ofter she would squeeze the bulb a few times to keep it pulled up tight. All the while she sat and acted just normal and even talked as if nothing was happening. Does. ? I desperately wantedto show them that they were right, so I stood in a deliberately obviousposition and slowly inched down my tight lycra shorts, swaying my hips gentlyfrom side to side as I looked around the crowd. My pubic hair began to beexposed, followed by my swollen lips and by then my clitoris, pulsating wildlyand sticking out for all to see. I stepped out of the shorts, and for the firsttime felt the exquisite joy of total nudity and total display to a group ofcomplete strangers. My. But in all they made me lust for her. That whole evening i kept thinking about Sandhya akka’s boobs and the wet spot on her blouse, but I never realized that it was oozing milk due to excess production already.During breakfast I noticed her boobs from close proximity and could see her breaths heave and make her boobs flower bigger than normal and she was also restless. My anxiety started growing nastier and I wanted to see her huge engorged milk filled boobs. Spurt milk. I kept following her.