Lisa shrugged out of her dress, hanging it on a hook; now utterly naked she placed her feet in the raised foot-rests."Some girls prefer to kneel, but ... like to stand." The milking machine adjusted the padded bar to the right height to support Lisa's bump as she leant forward to drop her swollen breasts into the automatic vacuum pumps. The curly pipes pulsated as the milk was sucked from her overflowing breasts, ran it through a chiller and gradually filled a glass flask. Everyone's attention. On the fourth day we headed out early for a tour of yet another Byzantine rock pile. As we passed the front desk of the hotel, there was a sign, ‘Massage today. Special 30 Euro.’ Clearly the place was hurting for business. Michael said to me, ‘that’s a great price for a resort massage—we should get one when we return.’ I smiled and nodded, knowing that I would never spend 30 Euros for a massage. We spent the day looking at another collection of ruins that looked like all of the other rocks we. ****He****Nothing's happening here tonight. Once I finish this drink, I'll move on and see if the action's better somewhere else.The only unfettered female in the place is not my kind of girl - not enough tit, too thin lips. She looks like she's trolling too. Definitely not the innocent, adventurous sort I prefer.Standing up from the barstool, I glance over at her table, for no particular reason.My gaze sweeps past her without really looking as I head for the door. Then something niggles at my. Even knowing that she was as excited and tighter than a drum inside, hoping, just hoping and giving herself to him... only to be left played with, but never released? What else was there for her outside of wrapping her soft arms around his neck as she pressed her warm smooth curies tightly against his spent body and passionately whispered how much she loved him... that it was all right, and maybe next time it would be different? What else... except hit him in the face with a shoe, or something,.