I can't feel anything.Me: That is the idea my sweet son...no more feeling, no more pleasure.These milkings are for health reasons only. I can't have y...u enjoyingthem.Him: But mommy...please...Me: Quiet!He knows better than to fight this. I watch him squirm a bit against hisrestraints as the icepack numbs his balls and caged cock. After a fewminutes pass, I grab my personal wand vibrator and start the normalmilking procedure.Me: Ready to be milked or should we wait another 2 months?Him: Milk me. She faltered with the intensity and felt the lips of her twat soften and cream against each other with desire.He turned back for a moment to whatever it was he had been looking at before they came up, then suddenly back to them as if he were caught between two opposing forces.I want him, Amanda thought. Like nothing I've ever wanted before! Her pussy creamed until she thought she could feel it run into her pubic hair."There's Myrna." And although Joan's voice interrupted Amanda's thoughts as. To finally find if the rumours are true. Being catapulted to freedom. Landing on mountains capped with cherries. Dense, wiry forests. Or the banks of the pink ravine.The swinging starts again in earnest and the cries from outside increase in intensity. All my friends can sense it and there's nervous energy throughout as the liquid in which we're encased heats up, becomes a fraction more viscous. It makes it easier to hold on as we dangle and swing around the enclosure but I know there's work to. Nothing happened. Hepicked up his change and placed it into his pocket. He visualized thering as silver. He looked it over, and it was clearly silver. Joe pulled out his change. He placed it onto the table and sifted throughit. He cast aside the normal coins, and he came upon an odd lookingquarter. It did not appear to be a quarter. He placed it in his hands andvisualized the ring as gold once more. Suddenly, it was gold. Steve's wife Mary walked in and said, "At least his legs.