I hoped my coworker would redirect them to the bathroom at the restaurant right next to ours, citing plumbing problems, or something. Anything. I coul...n't stop now. Mercifully, no one else came to the door. I devoured her wet hole for another minute or so before her breaths began to get more and more rapid, her legs squirming, one of her hands reaching down to grab a clothed tit and squeezing it, hard. "Please, please, yes, that, more of that," I maintained exactly what I was doing, flicking my. Something I would later learn was referred too as 'rimming'. I was in shock and very turned on, so I dint know how to grasp what was happening to me. She then lifted her head."why don't you roll over" directed the Ther****t. I rolled over and closed my eyes. She added more oil to her already very slippery hands and continued my massage, beginning at my shoulders and then to my milk-filled breasts."Are you currently lactating?" asked the ther****t."Yes" I answered, blushing slightly, "Yes I am.". Miss Bentner pulled herself away, putting her lips next to Elizabeth’s ear. She whispered, “One of these days, Mrs. Carson, you and I will be together in bed. You will have a sore stinging bottom and tears will be rolling down your face. I will be the person responsible for all of that. You won’t have been naughty. We will both want to experience it. Does that excite you?” Elizabeth was aroused. She replied softly, “Yes, Miss. It does.” Miss Bentner smiled at Elizabeth, and then said sternly,. Grabbing the bullet that still vibrated at full speed he held it against her twitching clit. Another orgasm slammed into her so hard she lost her breath a couple seconds. She was going hoarse from all her vocal efforts. Still he held it in place despite all the thrashing and bucking she did. Bracing her back with his arm he held the bullet in place and walked carrying her to the bed. The metal on metal clicking as the made their way to the bed. He laid her on the bed. His cock never leaving.