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 wasn’t constipated.. but I hadn’t been allowed to use the restroom in two days, I DID need to.. No answer. I tried the doorknob. It wasn’t locked. I eased it open. She wasn’t in there.Then I heard a door downstairs open and someone grunting as if moving something heavy.I closed her door and went to the balcony. Alyssa stood in the back door, tugging at the handle of an old wagon I played with as a child. Boxes, probably Christmas decorations, were stacked on top of the wagon. Knowing what most of those boxes contained, I knew those boxes weren’t light.“Good thinking!” I called out.She. As if escaping wolves, and perhaps in truth so, I divvied about until I jexed the key I'd hidden an eon ago, in another life, in case Mum and Pa tried to give me the kickers. I'd had glory-gory plans of returning in style, wearing their leather for my own.Releasing the throbs from my tenders, letting the stilts drop, releasing my meaties from their horrendous strickers, throwing it into the pitch, I began in earnest a search for ol' mat for as to soothe, thinking I'd make the announcements to. He pressed his dick against my asshole, applying more and more pressure as he worked his dick at different angles. And then it happened ... he had shoved his dick deep into my ass, and the pain was horribly intense, a pain I had never felt before in my life. I begged him to pull out. Instead, he pushed my head down on top of the desk and continued to stroke his dick in and out of me, ignoring my begging him to stop. It hurt so much that I almost cried out for help. Finally, he DID pull out. I.