I nursed with such passion. I suckled hard, gulping down more and more breast milk with every suckle.“Such hungry girls,” moaned Katerina. “Mmm,...especially you, Becky. Just a hungry futa-girl!”I was.My free hand slid down her back. I found her rump, kneading it as she nursed from me. Her ass flexed. She was still grinding her pussy into Zinaida, the pair tribbing as they enjoyed this wild treat. My fingers dug into Katerina’s rump, holding tight as I suckled with such passion.“Yes, yes, ride my. Us din bhi laga k ayi thi, lips me bbhi balm laga tha. Uske rose pettels jaise lips moistured with balmmmm hayeeee, us din woh black top me thi shoulders less top tha, wid transparent bra strips of rubber on d shoulders. Dark blue jeans. Thodi der use makkhan laga laga k. I hold her hand and caressed it for sum tym, thodi thodi der me jhatak rahi thi, fir again I held it, thodi der baad maine uska right hand ki finger apne muh me daal k chooosna start kia. Den I said I wanna kiss ur rose petal. I figured my mind was just too tired from work to grasp on to anyone like normal.My sleepy mind turned instead to the man I sat by on the plane last week. I’d been weaving a story about him that twisted and turned in my brain from the moment he sat by me. His careful, upper crust accent, his slightly wrinkled business attire, his frequent calls before we even took off, and his preppy looks made it all too easy to imagine a variety of things with him at the center.He smelled clean and I fought. “Give who how much cut?” asked Evelyn.“Ten percent...”“Hahaha,” Evelyn laughed.“To share among the staff, and I suppose you,” Janice glared.“Not Amelie then, for example?”“It’s up to you how you share it out.”“You think we’ll just carry on doing porn for you?”“Why not? You’re all rejects anyway,” it was Janice’s turn to mock. “Who cares? Nobody’s here’s going to criticise or bully you are they? And nobody else will find out in any case.”“Fucking rejects?” Evelyn’s combustible temper sparked.