I liked this idea very much, after a good long chat on how to get her to produce Milk without getting pregnant, I did a little reading on the subject ...t the local Library as there was no internet back then. I also had a chat to the Local Doctor to ensure she would not be harmed in anyway by this. He also said he could prescribe a d**g (I think it was a hormone) that would help.So the next day I took my slave into the big backyard and gave her the news, she just grinned and smiled. She had to. I looked at Sarah for reassurance, she smiled ‘think she needs fucking now , but be gentle as she hasn’t had a cock for a year ‘ , ‘oh god please’ was Karen response. I eased out of my wife's pussy with a slurp , moved across knelt between her short fat legs parting them I moved in close ,my cock touching her lips , I teased rubbing it up her slit , she moaned moving her hips closer in an attempt it seemed to get it in, my head pushed gently to open her , crikey it was tight in there , being. I did not give a fuck who came out. I growled and laid in to her as hard as I could. She reached her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. Her legs started to tremble. She screamed, with an extra syllable in each word for every time I bottomed her out, ‘Fu-uck me shiitt, I’m gonna cu-u-um’ She exploded as my cock slid out of her. She sprayed hot juices all over the ground, and I barreled back inside her. I grabbed her by the throat and said ‘You fucking slut, don’t you ever cross. And then I found myself thinking about the remaining guests, and wondering which one of them was the culprit. As I knew it couldn’t be David Raddner – he had been with me in church - but then, who? Charles Hartington? Barrister, family man. Very polite, he hadn’t really paid me much attention since they had arrived. Anthony Atherley? CEO of a publishing company, I had chatted with him quite a lot, but didn’t detect any sign that he may have sexual thoughts about me. Peter West OBE? Highly.