I was starting to create a puddle on the floor and table. My Master put a bowl under my very swollen tits and I feel my Master begin to milk me, pulli...g on my tits and nipples. Milk was squirting out of my big fat tits and they seem to love being milked, i felt so dirty on all fours yet I cannot think of anywhere I'd rather be. Now he tells the men to enjoy. Occasionally as they were milking they took turns between milking my tits and fucking my hole with the vibrator. The hard pulling on my. We were a little cramped, but there was enough room for us to do what we wanted. I slid one hand down Julie's bare stomach and past the loose waistband of her pants. She nuzzled my throat as I eased my finger into her cunt, which was wet as ever. I started fingering her--first with one finger, and then with two. When I slipped two fingers into her tight pussy, Julie's back arched and her whole body twitched in pleasure. I started finger-fucking her harder and she pulled my jeans open and slid. “You could take the rest of the day off, you know. The rush is over.”“No,” he replied, “I need to keep busy; take my mind off it.”“You know, if you want to talk...”“Thanks Vic,” he said, cutting her off. “You’re very kind. There’s nothing to say, really. We were perfect for one another, but it was not to be. Life goes on.”Vicky stood for a moment as if trying to find a way to help, then shrugged and went back to her office. He sat down and looked at the pile of files waiting for his attention.. “I’m remembering people who have passed on. Who are you? Where are you?”“It’s only natural. You should celebrate their life, not mourn their death.” The musical voice rang out from a different part of the undergrowth beyond the pool this time.“It’s not that easy,” Daniel disagreed, staring hard into the ferns beyond the pool, trying to see who was speaking.“Why not? They were nice people. I liked them.”She’d moved again, but when Daniel turned toward the voice this time, he saw her moving.