He looked me in the eyes. He didn't ask me how I was doing because I am sure he knew. He said that he had the suction setting as low as it could go an... still have the tubes stay attached to my udders. He then turned and walked away leaving me alone there. I was naked and alone hooked up to a machine getting my milk pumped out of me. I was being treated just like a female goat or cow. I gradually got used to the force of the suction and the rhythm of the pump. I could feel the pressure inside my. He loves me unconditionally and understands what I need more than I do sometimes.Last year I had a school year that was tough and my husband has been coming up with ways to try and help me manage the stress that comes with the school year. I was able to have a weekend last year to myself as a getaway and it was glorious. This year my husband gave me the same present again. A weekend away, no questions asked, all to myself so I can come back relaxed, a better mom, wife, and teacher.With. "No fucking way did I just do that." However the warm mess ofvaginal fluid that coated his legs and the chair were evidence to thecontrary.Once Charlie had eased up a bit, he climbed out of the chair and grimacedat the mess. Then shaking his head, he went to the bathroom and cleanedhimself off, trying not to focus too much on his drastically changed bodywhile he did so.A short while later, Charlie returned to the living room, wearing one ofhis jogging suits. It was a little too tight in some. I told them to be sure they were there to help Tim but not to do his job for him. Nothing would be more devastating to Tim, not even getting hit by a fly ball, than for one of his teammates to push him out of the way to make a play. I was happy to see that they understood what I was talking about. The season started out a little slow for us. We split our first four games mainly because we were still learning to play as a team. After a close win in our fifth game, I called the team together.