Some things changed a bit, though. This summer we rented a cottage for a week, but this time I did not shut my business down. I hired a guy to work fo... me. I had come to know him in one of my classes, and he was very anxious to start doing some real programming work. During our holiday, Marie and I also started talking about the future - our future. We did not yet agree as to where we would be moving, but we discussed the options. Nothing too big, but somewhere that people will still talk to. The gargling, slick, hollow sounds leaving me shaken.“Uh, huh,” he says, unsympathetically, as I choke, “That’s right… Get back down on there...” guiding me down again, pressing his dick forcefully into my mouth.Fuck, I think in a rage, I can’t believe I let him blow me like a bitch, and he’s using me like this. My jaw aches and I gag slightly, as he holds me down a little more with each thrust. Until I pull back, coughing and gasping for air. He leans down to help me up, grabbing my neck again. I was told that my breasts were very special. The program they had been put on was working perfectly. Their progress was accelerated and if everything went right I should be producing milk soon. There was still nothing said about what it would be used for. This was costing someone a lot of money. Surely there was some other use other then feeding babies. Maybe some health research project. One day I was led to a new room. It was very clinical looking and there was a table in the middle. We relatives made our goodbyes, with handshakes, hugs and kisses all around after an evening of good food and drink and togetherness at our niece's home. It was about 9:30 p.m., on a moonless dark night. My wife and I were visiting from out of town and the gathering was in celebration of our visit.I left her daughter's home, i.e., my sister-in-law's daughter, with a nice wine buzz, resuming my passenger side second seat just as on the ride over. Then my wife sat beside me and we mutually left a.