." I close my eyes. "It's milk?" Milk? Like... human milk?"I nod.When I open my eyes, he's no longer looking furious, and instead is justlooking pensi...e."You weren't jerking off a cock were you?"I slowly shake my head."Come with me."---"Strip," he says, arms crossed.We're in his office and we're standing across from each other. He'sbetween me and the door.The windows facing the campus are uncovered, which means that anyone withbinoculars that could see a seventh floor window could see. "Bread," she whispered.We went down to the kitchen and Rhonda grabbed her paper bundle. They'd been delivering them to our house all summer. I started mixing the ingredients for my bread while she snapped rubber bands around the papers for delivery. We didn't really say much. I poured her a glass of juice and she packed her news bag as I set the bread dough up to rise for the first time."Are you sure you don't want me to ride with you, honey? This is our special time." It is, Brian. It is. But. Her cheek is damp with rain, possibly with sweat. “Don’t get uppity, you fucking bitch, not unless you want it up the arse.” “You fucking pervert!” Cock head sliding across rain-soaked skin. Cars swish by. Rain pounding on roof of car. Loud, deafening. “Maybe I am. Whatever.” Cock head sliding across skin, foreskin pulled back. I don’t have to wank, I can feel the sperm coming to a boil, readying itself to push up and out. “It doesn’t matter. You’re just a fucking slag who’s going to get cum. I let out a cry of intense pleasure as this dog began fucking me relentlessly. His backside arced, dipped, and plowed in a shockingly fast rhythmic motion. My ass was never empty for more than fractions of a second as he plunged every millimeter of his meat into me again and again. Blood was rushing to my own cock as it flapped back and forth from the force, but it barely had time to harden before the fun started.With every new thrust I could feel this dog’s cock getting thicker. Each push.