After the story, Rickey looked like he was getting excited, and he finally popped the question."Look, I have a room at the Tim’s across the street. ...anna go have some fun?" he asked, in a surprisingly calm voice."I thought you'd never ask! Let's go" I said as I winked.We left the bar, crossed the street, and rode the elevator up to the seventh floor. I was getting excited. As he was unlocking the door, Rickey grabbed my ass with the other hand and made me jump. "Wow, you have a nice ass!". Don't bring it back here." No, I don't want the job. Don't tell me what to do about the car anymore either. I'll do what I decide. Besides, I'm through with you after Tuesday, so I don't have to listen anymore to what you tell me." All right, but I don't remember you listening to what I told you that much anyway. I listen to you though, and I heard what you said. I won't bother you if you really mean it. You can call me if you ever change your mind, and you want to be friends again." I won't. Wanting to be able to show him the milky whiteness when he gets home from work. Frustrated that they won’t produce instantly. Patience is not my strong point, nor his. But the adventure is worth it long term.I am being forced to lactate for him. To become his milkmaid and milk cow. He wants to be able to drink from me. He wants fresh boob milk in his coffee in the mornings. He wants me to have tits that leak in public through my bra and shirt. He wants to have them out on display at all times. Her tummy had butterflies fluttering madly inside and she could not remember being so drawn to one person. Suddenly she was shocked back to reality by Ward's raspy voice when he repeated the questions. "Do you know what's going to happen and what you are going to do?" he asked."We're, we're going to have sex. Oh gawd, you're going to fuck me," she suddenly blurted out and her mind was filled with intense visions of a young male consuming her naked body. "Blowjob, I am going to have to suck your.