“Are you getting close, Jimmy?”“Are you sure you want this, Joan?”“I have just been waiting ... for the right time,” she said. “Michael,...I know you had something to do with all of this ... thank you very much. Why don’t you go back to your room and fuck her until she can’t walk, like you have Isabel and Jennifer?”“They told you I did that?”“Yeah, all the ‘fans’ of Michael Thomas talk a lot about you. Come on Jimmy, fill me up ... right now ... right now ... right now...”The look on his face. A wet strain was radiating from each engorged nipple. I pulled down the bodice of my nighty. Oh! I was only in my 6th month, but I was already lactating! Hands shaking, I removed my nighty and applied the breast pump. SSSSS It hurt as my milk began to flow, but soon, it felt kind of nice. In fact, I got wet. Just as I was finishing, I noticed Carl's reflection in the mirror. "Well," he said appreciatively as his hands hefted my boobs, making them and most of my upper body jiggle, "You're really. Pride? Pride wasn't worth a fuck; look where it's gotten me, I thought. Lost me a home, a wife, a good job, my self-respect, and now I've been kidnapped by some middle-aged rich broad. Jesus was my life fucked up. I was going to have to have another long and serious talk with myself.I was led by the arm, gently, but by the arm into the main dining area of the fanciest restaurant I'd ever been in. The maître 'd greeted us and didn't even seem to notice the rags I was wearing, or how I smelled if. We snuggled under the sheets andI fell asleep wrapped in John?s strong arms.When I awoke the next morning, at first I was somewhat disorientated.Normally I would wake up spooned around Mary, with her sweet, feminineperfume in my nostrils. This morning, however, I was firmly wrapped in apair of masculine arms, with a very evident erection pressing against mybottom. John also smelt strongly, but pleasantly, masculine. Sensing I wasnow awake, John gently rolled me over and gave me a warm, friendly.