The woman in the middle, with light brown hair and an oval face, gave us a friendly smile."I'm Hanna Gibbons. This is Cheryl Travis on my left, and Gr...g Lemuir on my right." She glanced at them and smiled. "In many ways, we're the creators of Claiborne. Cheryl did the core programming and most of the original modules—" But Hanna and Greg tied them all together," Cheryl Travis said. She had dark hair and wore a long-sleeved dark blue blouse. "I'm afraid I didn't consciously write a module for. . you'll kill me! I can't stand it!!' I laughed cruelly at her and proceeded to pick out a feather, whereupon she frantically tugged at her fastenings, screaming frenziedly for mercy!'Steady, dear! steady now, Alice!' I said soothingly, as if addressing a restive mare, then touched her palpitating breasts with the feather's point. 'Jack, don't!' she yelled, pressing herself wildly back against the pillar in a impotent effort to escape from the torture caused by the maddeningly gentle. In the confusion her crown hit the underside of the table with a crash, dislodging the little hat. Disorientated and half-concussed, she crawled around, not sure where she was.The big toe snaked its way through a hole in Frank's sock and nestled at the entrance of her pussy before wiggling its way inside. Surrounded by a wall of legs, there was no escape for Chloe. She glanced ahead and into the lap of Big Col who was anxiously wrestling with his zip. Her head fuzzy from the knock, she turned. He continued feeling her breasts from various places and kept rubbing them thoroughly for quite a long time. Then he told her that her breasts were feeling absolutely normal but he had more things to check and confirm. Then he started squeezing and kneading her nipples and milk shot out in spurts. He asked her if she knew that her breasts had milk in them to which she silently nodded with her eyes closed indicating a no. Then he told her that he was not sure if her breasts had grown suddenly.