There was talk that he was autistic and that his sister Jordan, the extrovert, was bipolar. That could well be the case, but everyone and their uncle ...lso knew that Davis was the only Unitarian minister in the whole county.He had an IQ of 178, too, which was nothing to sneeze at in any case. Even Brent felt dwarfed by that one, despite being a good 143 himself. Suffice it to say that Brent wondered what went on in an autistic prodigy’s brain, but he was almost afraid to ask him. Scratch that,. I wondered what it would be like to feel my breasts swell to the point of pain, filling up with milk until my nipples dripped. Needing you to suckle me for relief, to feel the milk being drawn out of me. It was a big commitment, but I could see how badly you wanted it. You'd done all the research, of course; you knew exactly what needed to be done. You ordered the herbs, and a breastpump. Within a week we'd begun our regimen of suckling 15 minutes on each side, six times a day. I began using. I had two fingersjammed up his ass and his cock deep down my throat when he clutched myhead and held me still as he blew his fifth load of the day. It didn'tfeel like a lot of spunk, but feeling his cock swell and spasm in mythroat again was intense.My cock was half-hard and still dripping. I was suddenly struck by anidea from a Bailey Jay video scene I'd watched on Tumblr a while back.I stroked my cock a few times as my left hand played with my nipplesthrough the pink satin. My nipples. She turned to my wife, and said "I think he's a bit shy today". She kept eye contact, while she and Ken moving around to "inspect" me further. My wife was just standing there with a clever smile on her face. I had never felt so exposed and embarrassed in my whole life.Suddenly I became acutely aware of something else but my head pounding. I felt the tremendous pressure from inside the HolyTrainer chastity my wife has had me in for over a year. And with that pressure, I felt precum forcing its.