"Maeve, I'm really glad to see you. Thanks so much for coming. I hope Captain Ish didn't give you a hard time about it." No, m'am, not a word. He stil... thinks you saved his bacon at Ouled Naïl." Maeve, it wasn't me, it was you. You talked him into listening to me. But, come sit down. I need to bring you up to speed."Maeve sat down and they went over the events of the morning. Maeve had gotten some files to read before she left Cairo and had some background on the case. She'd also talked with. This room with all these girls in was like a multi screen lesbian porn channel, every direction I looked these girls were all having sex in some shape or form, all pleasing themselves without the need to a man. It was so erotic, I could not get enough of it, my cunt ached continually and all I needed to do was ask someone to deal with it, I didn’t have to do it myself!Several days later, the lactating pills had started to kick in and my own breasts started to produce milk. My small tits were. Man, was she cute! Almost as cute as Candy! She was wearing skin-tight hot pants and an equally tight T-shirt. Her nipples were hard and pushing out against her paper-thin shirt. She and her mom lived in the same house with Candy and her family. Apparently her mom divorced her dad or something. “Hey Brent!” she called out. I almost jumped out of my skin! I didn’t know she was so close and she snuck up on me from a path that led to her backyard. “Oh, uh, hi Cindy,” I said, trying to recover from. She was tempted to start multiple affairs but was conscious of how this might compromise her position at the firm, she was a partner after all, and so she selected the guy she fancied the most ... Mike, also a partner, unmarried, a virile and handsome high flyer in his early thirties ... and they began having hot and steamy sex in the afternoons, using Mike's city centre apartment. It was close to the office and it was easy to slip away there for a couple of hours on most days.Mike was a great.